Wicksy

On my fourth birthday, I was presented with a beautifully made, yellow painted, pedal car. I remember that it had a horn, battery operated lights and a proper hand brake. I grew so attached to that car that I insisted upon having all my meals in itBrought up in and around Oxford, Peter Wicks brings his memoirs to life with a riot of colourful stories. From picnics with his parents via school days and bullies to spending summer holidays with his grandmother, Wicksy's tales are a charming look at a wartime childhood.