My cousins and uncle
I was driving to my Uncle William’s one day in a nearby village just after I got my first new car to show him what I had bought. I was about 25. On the back lanes near to where he and his family lived, there was an old semi-ruined farm building which had been used for storing equipment and other things. It was well known in the area for providing suitable cover for the sort of activities best done in private. is a tree. As I slowed down for bend near to where the building was, I saw that there...