Wallis's ~ The Complete Story
Isle of Man
The following week I drove to The Paddocks on my 350cc Enfield motor
cycle. My mother had bought it from Jo my brother and I had stripped it
down and rebuilt it after having it resprayed. off I drove to call for
my new date. I was immediately swept off my feet by the welcome accorded
by Pamela’s parents. The maid showed me into a large sitting room and
Pamela’s mother soon saw to it that I had a glass in my hand and invited
while they called Pamela. When we were ready to leave Mr. Wakeling,
Pamela’s father, saw us to the door but when he saw I had a motor cycle
was not at all happy at the thought of his daughter-riding pinion. No,
he would not allow that and offered us the use of the new standard
eight-saloon car parked outside, instead! What alternative did I have
but to agree and so off we went with the car to ourselves.
Upon our return from the cinema we found hot chocolate and biscuits had
been prepared for us by their maid Connie. Pamela’s parents had gone to
bed. So we completed our second enjoyable evening together. With the
lure of the Standard car I began to date Pamela on a regular basis,
showing her more affection and offering more attention in
order that I would be able to continue with such privileges.
least once a week we went to the cinema often chaperoned by Pamela’s
father, Eric. Mrs. Wakeling never came but would stay at home where
usually she was visited by Uncle Syd who would come over to spend the
evening with her and partake supper after we left. Sometimes we used the
car and visited local beauty spots, on other occasions we went dancing.
Pamela enjoyed square dancing, which I tried to learn but without much
success. I was a keen photographer and was able to develop my own film
and enlarge the prints. With Pamela’s help and her parent’s permission
we converted their old air raid shelter, at The Paddocks, into a
darkroom. We installed darkroom lights and put in an enlarger and were
able to process a great number of prints. At this time I was taking my
National Diploma at the polytechnic in London’s Regent Street. Twice a
week, Pamela’s parents would go shopping in London using their Jaguar.
When they had completed their business they would collect me in the car
from the Poly after which sometimes they would take me out to tea, much
to the envy of my fellow students, for large cars like this
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