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 […]
In a dark, dank, sunken shed next to the chicken house and en route to the orchard, my grandfather made wine, which he brought to the table in a pint jug. Every wasp in Warwickshire seemed to get wind of his activities, and I can see him now beating them off with his Panama as […]
Clutching a penny in my hand, I stood transfixed by jars of striped humbugs, liquorice laces, aniseed balls and fruit sherbets, their glass shells reflecting the lights of the corner shop. Inside Mrs Taylor, philosopher, counsellor and occasional money-lender, waited with infinite patience. If she was busy she would leave me enjoying the intense pleasure […]
IN the February issue of Best of British the Editor asked for poultry memories when concluding an article about Karswood Poultry Spice. While turning out some family heirlooms, I came upon a national publication for the week ending December 15 1917 with the title Eggs Wanted. On the front cover is a photograph of one […]
As a schoolboy I spent my summer holidays at my grandmother’s in Devon with my family, and have loved the area ever since. It was a thrill to get on to the train at Bristol Temple Meads station for the journey, listening to the steam engine and the clickety-clack of the carriage wheels over rail […]
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