My post below appears to be full of wild inaccuracies. The true version of events as per Diane’s ‘comment’ –
We did indeed do a flit to the Isle of Man, and we left early one morning … I remember this as I just had time to run to my friend Beverly Baylie’s house and tell her of our immediate departure, and this is a photo of me on the ferry to the Isle of Man but taken a few years earlier; Mum took me there when I was four after they fixed my heart up … you are historically inaccurate … but I will allow you that artistic license. When we all flitted we had Shandy the golden Labrador with us (that you talked Mum into getting you) and I spent most of the trip running around and around the deck with her (‘Him, shurley?’ Ed), no time for sitting on stranger’s knees and drawing!!! My first memory of the Isle of Man is taking a bike trip to Castletown with you and Bumble and the dog and being the lovely brothers you are you left me with the dog to make my own way back, and I had to go to a police station because I had no idea how to get home.
Running up the flag for the Comments on this post; sister Macy Gray is is delivering some stuff here