Recollections of my Father

AT SOME POINT in the late 1950s, Dad ordered a woman’s magazine to be delivered to our house each Wednesday. We lived in rooms behind and above a tiny wool shop in Syston, a small manufacturing town north of the East Midlands city of Leicester. We soon learned Woman’s Weekly wasn’t worth holding your breath […]

Planting roots in Hammerfest – Part One

FROM THE VERY first moment I rose nervously to stand on my own two feet, solely to show my father my chubby little legs were capable of  tottering  across the living room carpet and into the safe haven of my mother’s beckoning arms a couple of steps away, I began planning the long journey to Hammerfest in […]