burst into different coloured  flames. I was fascinated with this part of the job, and leather has played a big part in my life ever since .  Washing done and put out to dry, the water was allowed to go cold and the soap settle to the bottom. Forming a thick jell like substance. This was saved by my father, he then took it  to his allotment that was about a mile away, watered down and used as a spray on his crops to kill greenfly and other pests talk about recycling nothing was wasted if he could help it . His means of transport was a bicycle with some sort of frame over the front, wheel. Beside our vegetables he had about 20 fruit trees,a mixture of eating and cooking  apples, pears, and Victoria plum tree. There was also a section that he kept to grow cut flowers to sell for his beer money. the harvest in season was kept in the barn at home, all carried home on his bicycle. He had that bike for years and years until he became too ill to ride it. In the spring and summer he would be up around five a.m. go to the allotment for a hour, come home, then catch a bus to his workplace. After work he went back to his beloved allotment. I think it was a place where he could sit outside his hut and relax in the summer evenings. He would chat to his gardening pals, probably about the War that was about to start in 1939. He had done his bit in the 1914-18 war I will mention this later.