Getting down that thar mast…

My Dad was a keen CB’er and then Radio Amateur (“Radio Ham”), in fact his Dad had also been a Radio Ham from the early 50’s until the early 60’s. His Dad was a foreman in charge of fitting radios into aircraft at Beagle-Auster in Rearsby in the 60’s.

Somehow my Dad had “found” various scaffold poles, no idea where from, to construct a mast in our back garden. When he passed away, I had to find a way to dismantle it.

In the end I badgered my friends Dwayne, Andy & Richard to come and help me. Eventually with some trepidation they turned up. I think all of us were scared of it falling on us at first – you can see the look of relief on their faces when it actually didn’t.

I dismantled it afterwards and the whole lot ended up down the tip… A sad moment, but I didn’t like the idea of it falling onto surrounding gardens…

End of an era…

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