My mother has always been known for her beautiful flower garden in South-West London, but during the Second World War she worried about finding enough material to maintain her compost heap, the source of her rich garden soil. Kitchen waste such as fruit peelings, vegetable leaves and skins that could not be used for stews […]
During the Second World War we travelled every year, despite the air raids, from our house in the West Riding of Yorkshire to spend summer holidays with my aunt and uncle in Buckinghamshire. It was always the same. When the day arrived my mother and I (and my toy panda) set off for our small […]
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