Sunday May 18th 1981. 10am at Priestnall Recreation Centre in Stockport/Manchester. I was 12 years old. It was a municipal Karate course which turned out to be Wado Ryu and Iâd waited about 3 months for the course to start so Iâd borrowed a book on Karate from the library and had been doing press ups on my knuckles on a stone hearth, so I felt prepared!
It was a sunny, warm morning and as a consequence the instructor, Keith Harrison, decide the class should take place on a grassy area adjacent to the sports hall. I was a bit disappointed as I thought the first class would be better in a gymnasium. I wasnât nervous but rather keen to do my best. Punching from kibadachi, front kicks from hami gamae, soto use, uchi uke and then to finish off, front kicks from a really long stance to work this anterior thigh muscles and it was all over. The two hours flew by. My first real experience of BudoâŠthe most influential thing on my whole life.
On the 18th May, every year, I celebrate that first morning. I feel thankful, I wonder what became of my teacher and my regular training partner, Barry Wicks (Iâve tried to find them with little success..they could well have passed on) and the late Tatsuo Suzuki, hachidan hanshi our national teacher. I sometimes buy a cake to celebrate too, but mostly I just feel thankful and with love and warmth, remember the people, whose guidance touched my life so deeplyâŠ..