Christmas Eve is definitely not the most popular day for sailing. In wartime you didn’t have the luxury of picking and choosing your date, and so it was a rather disgruntled crew who put to sea on a day when most people were starting their celebrations. Massive posters everywhere shouted ‘CarelessTalk Costs Lives’, so another […]
How clearly I still remember cosy afternoons in that old Yorkshire kitchen of childhood days. Can it really be all of 60 years since I sat rocking to and fro in Mum’s comforting chair by the fire, while cinders fell plop into the ‘asnuk’ (ash—nook for those with no Sheffieldese). What better place for that […]
Snow was falling and it was a bitterly cold night. We sat in the inglenook round a huge log fire, cosy and warm. Our mother was telling us stories and we dreamed of snow-covered mountains, log cabins, huskies and reindeer. Candles flickered – we had only oil lamps and candle light – and there was […]
Reading through Best of British I chuckle to see that most readers’ memories of childhood are so golden and carefree. While this may be basically correct, I’m sure there are some recollections that are not, so let’s try and redress the subject. Perhaps top of the list of loathings was the weekly Friday dose of […]
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