A trip With Mum
My first family experience happened in the late 70’s. I had just turned 18 and I considered myself a normal teenage k**. I was not into school and was very glad it was the school holidays. Mum told me she wanted me to go with her to her bestfriend’s daughters wedding in a few weeks time. My Aunt and Uncle in Fort William in Scotland. That was a good nine hours from our house in North Wales. I was glad to go with mum as there could be some nice girls at the wedding. I should probably tell you a...