I don't think I ever saw Mick on his own only with Eddy, nonetheless
I can recall some memorable moments. The first was when we went to Laucern
in Switzerland. There was me, Ed, Mick and Susan's first husband another Derek.
We were mounted on two old British bikes a 500cc single cylinder Norton bought
by me for £35.00 just for this trip and Ed's old Triumph. Derek was on the back
of me and Mick on the back of Ed. Now before we go any further I need to set the
scene. After two days of uneventful riding we had pitched our two 2-man tents
in the most beautiful camp site full of Germans with their six berth canvas mansions, all complete with it's own flagpole and flag.

Any way not to be intimidated by their Germanic posturing (after all we won the war) we spread about our meagre belongings.

The contents of our travelling larder, which for some unknown reason included two
one litre bottles of cooking oil! As none of us had a wash for two days and were starving hungry we decided we would head in to town and find a cafe that would except us in our dishevelled appearance.

We were wandering about when Mick saw a couple with the fattest ugliest
child, who he recognized as English from our camp site. He ran over to them to ask about a cafe when they started to run away . Mick caught them up and from a distance we thought directions were being given. Mick came came back only to say one word "SCOTS".

We found the cafe and had steak and chips and lots of beer. I forgot to tell you the camp site was on a slope, most important!!

Walking back Ed and Mick were walking about 15 to 20 foot in front of me and the other Derek when Ed and Mick started to shout at each other. At first we thought they were larking about. Still shouting and standing toe to toe we realised they were bashing hell out of each other.

Derek and I tried to stop them but they were struggling with each when they fell over a small wall and rolled down the slope, tripping on the German tent's guide lines. Lots of shouting from the German tents. By the time Derek and I got to our tents Ed and Mick were mates as if nothing had happened, apart from one of them had fallen on one of the plastic bottles of cooking oil, which had exploded over one of the Germans tents.

Next day they both had a black eye. We decide to move on. When collecting all of our gear a group of Germans gathered around watching us load up the bikes and as we left they all clapped and gave a cheer as Mick waved a small Union Flag.
Happy days!