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It all began for me in 1954 when trekking across Dartmoor, there was a soft mist of rain and yet the sun was shining behind the drizzle. Whatever, I was cold, soaked to the skin and yet reasonably happy. Later when sat on the parapet of the bridge at ‘Two Bridges,’ it dawned on me I was being turned from a runny nosed objectionable boy into a strong young man.

Tony Martin