Albert Johnson Quay. Portsmouth. The enduring memory I have from this picture is the Canteen, (you can see it behind the three ERFs on the loading apron). On cold wet mornings when I wasn’t at School and I was getting under my Dad’s feet I’d be sent down ‘for the ride’ with any driver kind enough to put up with me. He used to tell the Driver, “If he gives you any trouble… Kick his (backside)”…
The windows would be steamed up, the air was thick with tobacco smoke, choice language and plenty of laughter! There always seemed to be two or three card games going on. The characterful ladies who worked there made the best Tea and Sausage Sandwiches I’d ever had. I think it’s part of the reason Im now driving myself!!!
