Bye bye black sheep
I recognise that most families are complex, strange entities that ride a roller coaster of life’s experiences. Most have a thin veneer of normality and cohesion. I also recognise that […]
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Iris’ eyes
Siblings Pauline, Patricia, Pam, Peter and Lance sat in silence around the kitchen table. Peter pulled at his expandable gold-coloured watch strap, twanging it gently on his wrist. Lance kept […]
The instrument that amazes the world
A Gilbert, the instrument that amazes the world, was the must have for the younger generation circa 1928. After all, what on earth do you buy a close family member […]
Popplewell Farm
Popplewell Farm was one big adventure for John. Furrows and farrows, pigsties and chicken runs, haystacks and hay barns, horses and blacksmiths, milk carts and milk churns, tractors and trucks. […]
Mind the gap
Gap years didn’t happen when I was of that age. ‘O’ Levels, ‘A’ Levels, University and then full-time employment or fail ‘O’ levels, apprenticeship and full-time employment were the only […]
Tales from the biscuit tin
Two years old sat on the beach in my new pale blue cardigan, lovingly hand-knitted by my Mum in preparation for our annual holiday to Bridlington in 1958. Bucket and […]
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