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Chapter One

He found it strangely eerie being back in North Yorkshire again, enjoying a June afternoon walk along the River Ure calmly winding its way through Boroughbridge. He was never able to pass the town without stopping to take a walk along the footpath that held such deep and painful memories. It was as if one more visit would somehow provide the answers, explain the reasons why, and finally make clear to him the justification for the events that destroyed his world and changed his life that October in 1981.

Some people are said to be born with a silver spoon in their mouths, Terry’s was more of a wooden one! His Mother, one of twins, was born the result of an “Upstairs Downstairs” relationship in 1912. At birth she was immediately separated from her twin brother Arthur, when they were taken off to different Children’s Homes as they did in those days. The fees for their care had been paid for a period of eighteen years; a person with much to lose must have been responsible for such a generous gesture.

Terry’s mother, Daisy, never really recovered from this all her life, and of course never knew her parents. Her mother, Lucy Player, had come from a family of fourteen children and spent most of her life living in Wiltshire. Lucy married Albert Bowles in 1921, but she did not have anymore children; dying at Bodmin in 1973, sadly never having been united with her children. Terry’s father Frank was the third and youngest child of an ex Royal Marine and public lamplighter for Portland Urban District Council in Dorset, so no silver spoon there for sure! Frank & Daisy brought up their two children Esmee and Terry in the light of this background with all its hang-ups, hardships and difficulties.

Terry’s education was poor: it began at St Augustine’s Catholic Primary School, in the back streets of Weymouth in the 1950’s. The school unusually set in a row of terraced houses was near the railway sidings on Walpole Street.



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