I’ve known for as long as I can remember that I was adopted. My new parents lived just off Topsham Road in Exeter and never kept it a secret. I think that’s the best way. I grew up as an only child, but proud that I had an interesting story to tell. For years I believed them when they said that they had chosen me from a room full of babies waiting for adoption because I was spotty and crying my head off and they felt that I was the one that needed the most help!
When I began the process of tracing my birth parents in 1990, I found out that wasn’t the case at all. They’d had a letter from the Council for Christian Care saying that ‘David Christopher’ was available and would they consider taking me!
Dorothy and Henry were a little older than my friends parents, but I had a happy childhood . I went to Central junior and middle schools, before going on to Exeter School and then working for the BBC and ITV
I realised the potential dangers of tracking down my parents, but it worked out ok. I met my father in Bournemouth, and he told me that my mother had emigrated with her family to Australia. To cut a long story short, I visited her and my two half sisters in Wagga Wagga in 1991, and we keep in touch regularly, even though we haven’t met up again since then. Although it was a great experience, I still regard my adoptive parents as my real parents
I’m planning to take my own family out there in a couple of years.
I’ve just become a vice Patron of the ‘Families for Children’ charity and I’m delighted they asked me. I’m hoping to help them in any way I can and spread the message about the brilliant work they do.







