Up on Wooler Common in the rolling foothills of The Cheviots. The heather clad upland which was a backdrop to my childhood. Here are members of the Glendale Motorcycle Club out for a romp across the grassy moors. Sometime in the early fifties these lads all seem to have new rides; be they Triumphs, Beezas, Norton’s, Enfield or Matchless. Goggles, caps and great coats seem de rigueur.
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