We had an incinerator at the end of the back yard where the house papers and rubbish got burnt off once a week. I think it was a 70’s thing, lots of people did it.

It was a ‘boys’ job so my father and brother did it. I wanted to do it too, sometimes if it was just my brother he would let me be there or even put things in the fire. If it was just my father I would sometimes go there to be with him. He had pornographic magazines there, sometimes I would go there and they were looking at the magazines. I knew it was secret. My brother sometimes showed me on his own telling me not to tell dad. I think it was fairly tame images, but I guess not ok. Seeing people without clothes and seeing their bodies.

My father would stand me against him and make my hands masturbate him, holding his over mine. He had large hands, I remember that about him. Wiping my hands on the grass or the newspaper.