This is a journey through memories spanning over sixty years, from childhood in Worcestershire to retirement in the Lake District. It is not a biography, just a journey. As in any journey, you do not see everything, but there are memories of the Second World War, moving to Scotland, returning to England, being called up for National Service in the Royal Navy, business ventures, visits to Australia, failed marriages, betrayal of a brother, illnesses one after the other, and the sadness of losing family you love. All of these result in childhood happiness, travels, laughter and sorrow, love and betrayal, and the frustration of illness. But of all, the family stands most important, for without them what would life be? They are the reason to carry on, it is an honour to be part of it. Family is the sane thing in a somewhat troubled life, a life that in latter years eventually finds peace within itself.