My Uncle Peter & Auntie Valerie’s

A Memory of Netheravon.

My father’s brother. Our parents used to visit Peter & Val once a year. I used to love my uncle Peter he was so kind and very humble. I used to spend hours in his tool making shop at the back of the house. I remember that he built the very first concrete sailing yacht, but never knew if he sailed it, I hope he did, I remember the big kitchen where Val was always busy making things or feeding us kids. I joined the Army and fell out of touch with them all. It was the biggest regret of my life. I will never forget the grey hair and dark rimmed glasses he wore, his kind heart.

Does anyone know who owns the house now?

Stephen Channon