A small, funny story that has nothing to do with St Mick’s, except maybe it shows the diversity of what we have all got up to.
I have become interested in scuba diving and am a PADI Dive master. This has entailed years of training and lots of difficult UK diving in dry suits in majorly busy harbours.
I came back from a weekend in Portsmouth and told my Dad where I had been and he asked me, all innocent, “Did you find my lead weight?”
“What lead weight, Dad?”
“The one I had to cut loose when bringing a nicked Heinkel back during the war, my radio antennae got caught up in the barrage balloons and I had to cut the weight free”.
A lot us at St Michaels in the ‘60’s probably had no idea what our parents did in the war.
It took my Dad until now to tell me.
They were all heroes.

Dorienne Rundall