Cambridge

Uncle Wid

Although we were not particularly well-off, our house was always open to my parents’ friends and acquaintances. My dad, Donald, was born and brought up in Cambridge and his parents lived at the Portland Arms Hotel, so he knew many, many people in the town. Donald had his youth interrupted by seven years of war, but when he […]

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A touching note

Following a news item about me and my first novel, FARHOLM, in our local newspaper, the Weston Mercury, I received my first ever fan letter! An elderly neighbour, eighty-eight year old Ruby Twite wrote a lovely note to me.  I was thrilled and touched to receive it as it is doubtful that she will ever […]

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Rissoles are not burgers

Lunch in the 1950’s when I was a little child, was, for most working people, the main meal of the day. It would be two courses, during the week, a main meal and a dessert. In our family we didn’t completely follow the pattern of roast on Sunday, cold on Monday, shepherd’s pie on Tuesday, […]

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