‘The abuse became regular, whenever he got me alone’ ‘At 9, I’d no idea what Geoffrey was doing. But he did’ Growing up, I was always fiercely independent. With two siblings who were much older, I made friends with the local kids.
Geoffrey Skinner, then 46, lived opposite.
He’d no kids, but he’d often be out front pottering while we raced round on roller blades or kicked a footy about.
My mum Mary, then 41, and dad Daniel, 52, trusted Geoffrey and his wife.
As my parents didn’t drive, Geoffrey often offered to take me along on his day fishing trips.
All close friends, no-one questioned it.
I was 9 in August 1996 when Geoffrey took me on a trip.
‘Have as much pick ’n’ mix as you like,’ he…
