My Grandma Walker died when I was four or five and I don't remember too much about her. On the wall she had a photo of my grandad on his racing bike. I think it must have been this picture. I had remembered it as being a studio photo but I was four when I last saw it. I remember the shoes vividly because they seemed very strange and a slightly repulsive to me. I'm amazed now, at how modern the bike and the racing togs look. Grandad had been quite a sportsman in his younger days, we had his ice skates in the shed at Nuttall Street. I was told that he was a racing skater too.