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My favourite memory

My first boyfriend after my transfer to London was a Scottie from Edinburgh, Ivor. He was doing his National Service as a military policeman at Kensington Barracks and I was living in a nearby civil service hostel. Not able to invite each other in for coffee, we spent our evenings walking the streets of London, having a cuddle behind the Albert Hall.

One evening we decided for a lark and a bit of variety to go skinny dipping in the Serpentine. It being after hours, Hyde Park was all locked up but with the aid of an upturned waste paper basket and his strong arms, he hoisted me over. We had the whole of Hyde Park to do our cnoodling! I can't remember skinny dipping though so for the sake of authenticity, safer to say we didn't! I said that if we got caught, he wearing his uniform could say he was just rescuing a damsel in distress! But it had all been such fun.

After his demob he returned to Edinburgh. We corresponded a few times and he wrote me a lovely letter to say that if I did get the flat, I was planning to do, to send him my address and he would pay me a flying visit some weekend. He found Edinburgh like a morgue after London, hated his job as a compositor, felt the Police was his vocation and intended to apply to the Colonial Police.

Well sadly we lost touch as one does in London and to this day I can't understand why. Perhaps my reply went astray but it has been my biggest regret. They just don't make them like that anymore! Tall, manly, protective and great fun.