Furniture removal was another popular job for off-duty firemen, my dad included. When I was initiated I was given a baptism of blood.
On my first day we loaded from a house with no access. We had to walk everything a few hundred yards up a lane to the van, and they had some heavy stuff! As if that wasn’t exhausting enough, we were putting it all into storage and that afternoon we had to hump it all up three steep flights of stairs to the first floor of an old converted church. I knew each of my muscles quite intimately that night. Yet, I did persevere across a year of weekends and school holidays.
So it is rather intriguing that, given this early introduction to the horrors of moving house, we have subsequently chosen to relocate more than twenty times, averaging stays of under 30 months. The shortest being ten months in Somerset and the longest being eleven years in Bedford.
[Note: Section titles in capitals on the indexes show the properties we acquired and moved on.]