A couple of you wanted to know what happened when the 3½-year-old me followed Bob into the main road. My sister, who was fifteen years older than me, chased after us and grabbed me as I stepped into the road. I vaguely remember a large vehicle but I suppose to a small child any vehicle seems large. When I was a child the roads were not as busy as they now are and vehicles were less powerful.
So, neither Bob nor I came to any harm and I’m sure the lesson of vigilance over small infants and larger dogs was reinforced by our ‘escape’.
The photo is of the five-year-old me squinting in the sun and not looking very different to the younger me, I suspect.