I am still chuckling at the thought of Beryl Swain being married to Fred Launchbury. I mean absolutely no disrespect here, because I was proud to call Fred a friend in the 70s, and liked Beryl, but the concept of Beryl Launchbury riding any racing motorcycle, let alone a 50cc racer, is just so rib-tickling!
To those who do not know, the lovable Fred was about 5 foot nothing in his socks, and Beryl looked down on me from her 6 foot-ish (?). Please forgive me Beryl if you read this (and I sincerely hope you are hale & hearty enough to do so)
Fred used to say when they were nose to nose, his toes were in, when they were toes to toes, his nose was in, and when he was in, he had nothing to talk to.................