Bert standing on top of the red commer van. Dad always liked red lorries and vans, we travelled to Italy in a red transit van, see other story!
My Dad was a passionate photographer, I learnt so much from him but I should really have paid more attention when he disappeared up into the loft where he had a large family size tent erected as a darkroom. He owned a coal delivery company and these are some of his photos.
His driver Frank, used to drive around in all weathers without a coat or shirt. Dad used to get complaints from people who thought he was naked in the van but he was never ill, not even with a cold!
He called this yard ‘The stack’, situated near the railway line in Rochdale
