‘Back then all the servicemen rode motorbikes, this being the cheapest way you could get a family around. Inevitably dad had an [ex-war Department] BSA M21, and after the war an A10 Golden Flash. We had a two-seat Busmar sidecar which could accommodate the whole family: mum and dad on the bike, and two kids in the sidecar - often with a trailer-full of camping gear in tow. It was all heavyweight stuff as well [canvas tents with wooden poles], and of course this was mainly pre-motorway days.
‘A weekend activity for the family might typically be a trip to the Yorkshire moors. I think more by chance than design we invariably came across a motorcycle trial whilst we were there.
‘As a child I took in this image - the smell, the sound and the landscapes completely - and I loved it. The motorcyclists seemed really experienced to me - though they were probably only in their early twenties - but they were knowledgeable, polite and humorous to an impressionable little boy. Checked shirts and waders were the get-ups of the time. The bikes would’ve been Greaves, Dot, Excelsior, maybe a Tiger Cub or two, and some of them had sidecars.