‘Trapped, I thought this was how my life would be forever’ Mum’s new boyfriend always had a smile on his face. Gordon Tidswell, then 29, was a dustbin man, and often popped in for a cuppa after shifts.
Charming, with an infectious grin, he was friendly to me and my little brother.
I’d never known my own dad, and it was nice seeing Mum happy.
‘Let’s go exploring,’ Gordon often suggested.
So, some weekends, my brother, Mum, Gordon and I enjoyed walks in the woods close by, or in the country.
Then, one day, in summer 1981, Gordon suggested taking us kids to the woods alone while Mum did housework.
Sick excuse
‘Shall we make a bonfire?’ Gordon said.
He instructed my brother to fetch some sticks. Excited, my brother…
