Mike, not his real name, had all the euphoria of a new skipper; he’d asked if I’d look at his engine, which was giving him some trouble but couldn’t resist showing off his new boat. “Only cost me seven grand- a bargain!”
On a bright, blue-sky day in November, I happened upon a clutch of banner wielding, trumpet tooting crowds. On a whim I had decided to see for myself the protest march on the CRT’s head office in Birmingam.
Margaret Ann Morris (51), who lived in Trevor Street, Nechells, had known Ernest Spencer and his wife, Edith, for 32 years. They had been more than friends and neighbours - she and Ernest had lived together for a year; the Spencer’s marriage was far from harmonious
