Throughout the second world war I was a schoolboy, having been born in Bath in 1932.
We were bombed out of our house on the first night of the Bath Blitz, spending five days at friends in Combe Down, before settling with my Grandfather in Maple Grove for 5 months while war damage repairs were carried out.
We took an intense interst in all that we saw around and have lasting memories of all the sights and sounds from those years. A photographic memory overlays all the current street scenes with what we saw then.
Aircraft were a specific fascination, and we could instantly recognise each type by its shape and sound - whether "ours" or "theirs".
This is all more fully written up in my accounts on these pages - see the stories logged here.
I chose the name radio_mike because of my other love for radio and communication - I became a radio operator in the Army Cadets (5th Somerset) in 1944 and subsequently a telecommunications technician in the Royal Signals.