He was fond of telling stories about his cycling experiences. One that sticks in my mind (because he told it so often) is about a holiday which he took in Ireland in 1938. The main highlight was that he went with his best friend, Wilf, on a tandem and spent a fortnight travelling around lovely countryside in the south. I can’t remember all the details, but one of the incidents that occurred to them was that they were cycling past a van when a long ladder fell off on top of them and they were thrown to the ground. The other was when he was cycling home in the early hours of the morning going past Strangeways prison in Manchester. All of a sudden, some police men appeared and arrested him because presumably they thought he had escaped from the prison!
Barry Lee, Lepton