I was born to a wool merchant in Bradford, West Yorkshire, in 1964.
 It was my Father who, like me , had a train set in the loft for his son. He died when I was only 4 but my Mother remarried and I had a new Dad.
 My first train set of my own appeared one Christmas morning, dad must have been up all night fixing the track to a sheet of chipboard with a muffled hammer .I always had it out and it inevitably grew.
We moved to a great big old rectory in the Dales sometime in the mid seventies and I could use the attic for my train sets.
An Education away from home prevented further growth and a new interest in trucks took up every holiday, the trains suffered and a move from the rectory left the trains in the attic, forgotten.
Upon leaving school I worked on a farm , then as a builders mate. Inevitably the pull of far off lands and a way of getting my HGV license for free saw me join the Royal Engineers.
After 10 years in the army I got a posting to Cyprus and the fateful meeting of Jan a young slip of a girl from Coventry who was on holiday in Ayia Napa. Romance blossomed and with the prospect of my Cyprus tour coming to and end I decided to end my army career on a high.
I left the service of Her Majesty in August 1994 and became a married man. Jan and I tied the knot on the 22 April 1995. I adore her and she gave me a son on the 8 March 1996. Quick work I hear you say - DAMN RIGHT!! say I.
In the summer of 2000 we moved into our present house which has a loft. But it is only recently that work began on the “Ryton to Brighton” My son prefers football as any 10 year old does perhaps when he is 40 I will let him play with his train set!

Below is a picture of me with my truck give me a wave if you see me on the roads you will get a “wave” back promise