If I were to tell you that my Dad:
- took us camping on Clapham Common when we were kids, because his friend owned a circus that was pitched there for the week,
- took us to Longleat, where another friend was the estate manager, and we bottle fed lion and tiger cubs in his house,
- took me, aged 5, to the London Palladium where another friend was the stage manager, so we got in for free and I sat on the steps in the stalls and watched Cinderella with Ronnie Corbett as Buttons,
- made a lion out of artex and hung it on the wall in the dining room (I think it's still there),
then you might not be surprised when I tell you that in his shed, amongst quite a lot of other stuff, he has a full size set of swing boats.
He used to take the swing boats to fetes but has decided that now, as he's nearly 83, that he wants to sell them.
Slight problem; he needed a photo of them in order to sell them and they couldn't find one. 'Never mind' said I, 'I'll help you put them up and we'll take another photo'.
This wasn't quite as easy as it sounded as
a: Dad couldn't remember exactly how they went together and
b: on our first attempt we discovered that several of the nuts were missing.
Not easy, but I love a bit of problem solving, and we got there.
I'm immensely proud of my unconventional Dad, and the slightly wacky childhood that him and my mum gave us. Love you both.