The river Avon, at Stratford, has very special memories for me. It was there, at the tender age of just 15, that I met Mr C. He was an older man (19) and working on an ice cream boat, selling cornets to OAPs. He even had his own car – an A reg Ford Fiesta, with go-faster stripes. I was studying for my GCSE’s by day and walking around town at the weekends, wearing a sandwich board (I kid you not), handing out leaflets for a gentleman’s designer clothes shop, to earn a bit of cash.
Nearly 16 years later, the river and the canal is still where we spend most of our time when visiting Stratford; walking the same paths and reminiscing about the old days, feeling very nostalgic. Happy times.