Joyce & Len
One of the best things about my Mum remarrying, was getting a new set of Grandparents: Nan Joyce and Granddad Len. They lived in a house in Viola Avenue, Feltham, with a friendly, chubby Labrador called Leo, and we would make the short trip there for tea once a month on a Saturday afternoon. Never could a young boy have had, such lovely warm adoptive Grandparents as Joyce and Len, who treated me with kindness and love. Joyce was a dark haired, slim woman who doted on all her relatives, never happy until she’d offered another cup of tea, or an extra slice of cake. Len looked like the actor John Le Mesurier, hair swept back, but with a stylish moustache, and a pair of glasses always perched on the end of his nose. Strangely Len was also a keen fisherman like my other Grandparents and he would very often walk in through the back door with a couple of Trout, freshly caught that morning. He was a keen fly fisherman and once showed me a box containing hundreds of tied up flies, of which the multitude of colours was breath taking.