He had a thing about WW1 and specifically the Machine Gun Corps and WW2 flyers. He actually had two male manequins in his living room in full WW2 flying gear. One was called "Ginger" and the other "Rogers".....

I suppose it's OK to regale the next story as he's unfortunately been dead for 10 years now...... :shifty:
His wife came home one afternoon to find he had hired a small "bob cat" digger. At the bottom of his 150ft garden which backed onto open farm land, he was digging a trench! Over the next couple of months, duck boards, wriggly tin, barbed wire and sand bags were added. As were "road signs" of the type, "Ypres 34km" etc.....
When he was finished, he had a full scale, replica WW1 trench!!!! Regularly you'd call round to find him sitting in the trench, with a steel helmet on, listening to a BBC sound effects tape, drinking cider and reading one book or another on trench warfare!
Good God. Typing that has just brought home again how much I miss him.......
