Torquil Getting Pushed Around

WheelchairPolo

Just found this old photo of my Great Grandfather Torquil and his chums playing wheelchair polo. I believe none of them needed “wheels” but they were employed because all the horses had gone off to fight in World War One and the boys didn’t fancy playing the game on foot. They were very resourceful lads and got servants to push them around during matches, which I hear made them pretty formidable. They soon became quite notorious in the county, especially for their drunken apres polo wheelchair races. But then peacetime returned and the good times evaporated as wheelchair polo was banned for the ablebodied. But maybe the time is right to bring it back? Percival DeBeckworth-Hereford

Look It’s Me… On My Old Bike

Naked Clifford with bike6

Dear Public

I was just rifling through some drawers and came across this old photo of a young Clifford astride my trusty Raleigh bike. I rode that cycle daily for almost 20 years and went miles on it. I had many holidays on the saddle here and abroad, attended peace camps, festivals and CND rallys, all thanks to my trusty steed. I even had it when I lived on a kibbutz for a year, though the sandy roads played havoc with my chain.

I’m still a keen cyclist because, after shanks pony, it’s the greenest way to travel. Me and my lovely wife Jane have now got a tandem which we use as often as we can, though the inclement weather means we don’t do many long trips anymore.

Yours, Clifford Pinner