Between the mid 1950’s and mid 1960’s we lived in one of the grey pebbledash semi’s that looked onto the Links Road church yard so were regular customers at Mr Morton’s shop. Friday’s were especially good during school holidays as we bought our “Pie and Pea” dinner at the shop. Customers took their own jug for the peas. I have a vague memory of commenting on one hot day that Mr Morton looked as if he was having a bad day and being told by the lady who served (? Mr Morton’s sister). His prosthetic leg and it’s strapping being a great source of pain in hot weather and that he’d lost his leg as a result of wounds sustained whilst fighting in the desert. Like so many men of his generation I can never remember a single word of complaint. A special generation!
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