20th ConvoyMY 20 YEARS OF CONVOY MILES I made the left turn onto Great Yarmouth's Golden Mile. I now had the bleak, grey North Sea on my right hand shoulder, on my left was my wife Mary and in the passenger seat of my truck was a very special little person. I could now just see the pink walls of Great Yarmouth's famous Rolla-coaster, beyond that the pleasure beach. It was August Bank Holliday Sunday, so there was, inevitably, many hundreds of people milling around the various attractions. It was now getting more and more exciting as the day unfolded. We had left Norwich on the Sunday morning after being greeted by the Lord Mayor of Norwich and waved on our way by the same. Less than an hour ago we had left Pleasurewood Hills at Lowestoft, after being suitably fed by my Mum and all of her helpers from Cobholm.
The planning of this special day had been thorough and we had done every thing possible to make the day extremely enjoyable and memorable for our precious little cargoes. Proceeding at a snail’s pace along the Golden Mile with horns a blaring and lights a-glaring, we had managed to turn a few heads of the puzzled onlookers. By the time we had got to Britannia Pier several groups of people had gathered. We waved, they waved back, we smiled they smiled back. It had been the most exciting and successful part of our trip. I thought perhaps we should do the same thing next year. Fast forward twenty years I made the left turn onto Great Yarmouth's Golden Mile. I now had the bleak, grey North Sea on my right hand shoulder, on my left was my wife Mary and in the passenger seat of my truck was a very special little person. I could now just see the pink walls of Great Yarmouth's famous Rolla-coaster, beyond that the pleasure beach. Now I could see many thousands of people all smiling waving and clapping. Unlike the very puzzled look of a few hundred people of twenty years previously, all of these people knew what we were doing and why. I thought perhaps we should do the same thing next year. Glenn Johnson
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