My granddaughter came to see me and, before she went home, suggested we go to look at the horses that graze nearby.

A motorcycle was driven at speed through the field and Emma was traumatised.

We weren't able to stop long as she was intent on getting back. It is about time that this problem was solved.

Many years ago the police came up and I spoke to them.

With white cars and wearing Persil-white shirts there was not chance of them catching them.

Emma returned to London and, when she was put to bed, asked her daddy if the motorcyclist was going to come through the window.

She must have had this on her mind when going home.

I know not to complain or I might bet a brick through the window.

-P Crudge, Portslade