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Various Photos 1955/56

Naafi break Abu Sueir.Archie, Chris,Mick,Taffy and yours truly. Anybody else?



Ali Osmans Steak House

I swear I have never tasted a better steak, egg and chips in all my life. The man was an artist! Taffy,Yours truly, ? and Mick Rivers.

A Good Pose

? Archie,yours truly,Taff, Mick(Rivers) and friend outside the billet at Abu Sueir

Local Area Map including RAF West Kirby.

I obtained this from the local council at West Kirby.They informed me it was the only historical link with the camp they had ! The dark objects in the upper half of the picture are the billets. I visited the site several years ago on my bicycle, and apart from maybe a trace of a concrete pathway, you would never have thought there was ever a camp there. Sad really when you think how big a part it played in so many peoples lives. Others might disagree!!

North Wales Mountain Rescue.

My wife and I, together with friends,were travelling through Snowdonia in North Wales when we spotted the RAF Mountain Rescue team(Stafford) conducting an exercise on the mountain. I remember the MRT in Nicosia when I was there,in fact I was offered the Job as the teams wireless operator,but decided climbing mountains was not one my strong points! I remember one of the team was John Pool from Liverpool, I had a pint with John when I got back home but not seen him since. He was a great Liverpool supporter. One of the 2 friends mentioned above is George Murphy who was also a member of the Nicosia team. George received the BEM for playing a very important part in a hazardos operation in the Turkish mountains which involved a fatal air crash.

Pyjama Games

Ok, so what else can you do in the middle of the desert! Nice line in pyjamas and whats more they gave us SILK ones in the Summer!

Familiar Billet Memory

Billet prepared for C/O's visit and inspection. I remember doing ''stickman''(general dogsbody) on guard duty and having to get the duty cooks up very early. The Cooks billet obviously didn't ever come into the inspection category!

Summer Days at Nicosia

Myself,Mick Dunne(from Dublin) and Phil from Dundalk.

RAF West Kirby

Outside of the gates was a mobile food wagon. Often did I, along with many others on the camp, enjoy the delights of a hot steak and kidney pie. It reminded us that real food still existed! Many was the time I just got through the gates at 2359hrs.

Sunday Morning

Myself,Paddy and Ken.This was taken ouside the RC church at RAF Nicosia. The chaplain was Sqd/leader Dullehan and was from a Liverpool parish not far from where I lived in the UK. I sometimes wonder whether this influenced his decision to choose me with 2 others(not in the photo) to go on a Moral Leadership Course to Jerusalem. I would like to think I went on merit! Paddy(SAC) was originally at RAF Habbaniya before arriving at Nicosia.

North Wales Memorial

This memorial is in memory of 2 mosquito pilots who died after crashing into a Welsh mountain side in WW2. It was put up by the local community and contains the engine of the A/C. I was on a cycling weekend in 1994 and came across it between Dolgellau and Bala.

Full Circle

Marie and I have been married for 48 years(1960). We have 3 children(daughter and 2 sons)and are grandparents to 5 grandsons.

The Age of Steam

This picture displays my interest in railways. Always wanted to be an engine driver, still do! This was taken on the footplate of Princess Elizabeth at Euston station just before we set off for Liverpool. The worse thing ever to happen to Britain's transport system was Dr Beeching's decimation of the railways. As the roads get more congested, so the need for the railway seems more obvious.

Family Home.

This was taken in the early 50's My Mum and Dad with sister Pauline. This is where I lived with my parents and brother(Tony) and sister up until I left to get married. It was a basement flat in Berkley St. in the Southend of Liverpool, a stones throw away from the Docks.