Crisp, my aged companion and I were running late.
We stopped for a moment to gather our breath when we spied the old stable door.
“Reminds me of my Uncle Barry,” said Crisp. “Enduring, strong and thick as a plank. He was a stupid man, everyone thought so. He was my dad’s uncle and through no fault of mine, my uncle too. They say you can’t choose your family, and at times I was ashamed to say I was related to Barry. He was ignorant of the world, as my dad used to say, ‘Barry thinks a football coach has four wheels’ so we were always taught to be forgiving of him.
I thought it a godsend that Barry never married. I couldn’t imagine any woman wanting to be married to him, the poor woman would be worked off her feet.”
Crisp regaled me with other hair-raising Barry stories before we moved on.