Moving House

In 1946 I was ten years old and lived in a village named Ynysboeth in South Wales. My grandmother Sarah Ware and her daughter my aunt Hervilly moved up to Coventry at this time. I accompanied them in the back of an old lorry which was owned by my aunt's boyfriend Horace. It was an open-backed truck with a makeshift canvas top and was very draughty. My gran and I sat in the back of this truck with all her worldly goods and furniture all the way to Binley, Coventry. We were met by three of her children who had been living there for some years. What impressed me more than anything at that time about Binley was the apple and pear tree orchards, and with fruit on them no less, back home there were no orchards, just the odd apple tree. I stayed for a few days and then went back home to Wales.