Women’s Rights
Burns’ Night or Burns Nicht is past and I wonder how many heard anything beyond Mice and Tam O’ Shanter or knew that Burns had written one or two things that might just look twenty […]
Burns’ Night or Burns Nicht is past and I wonder how many heard anything beyond Mice and Tam O’ Shanter or knew that Burns had written one or two things that might just look twenty […]
There are now two stories from the family archive on the web page. Bedsheets and Broomsticks is a Dalton tale and the new one, about Ruff is a Granny Clarke story that was originally published […]
The book I want to write before I die is about The Giant Within all of us. It’s a calm giant, easily restrained by social convention or inhibition or even lack of self esteem. This […]
It was the bath! Eighty odd year old Annie had thought the problems over moving to the Shelter flat would be downsizing and sending her prized possessions to the Charity Shop and arranging for an […]
Unlike the young chap in the queue in the Post Office, you have to be relaxed to enjoy Christmas fun. The woman at the front was trying to fill in some kind of form but […]
Christmas shopping has gone down hill. When I was younger, the assistant in the village High Street shop didn’t just complain about the weather and point down an aisle and tell me the ladies department […]
One of the reasons I love the Bible stories and the Nativity one dominates this time of year is that I see the scene and problems in them. Take the Inn with no room. Here […]
As you will have gathered from the books I write, I have an interest in history. It comes from my father and one teacher. Other teachers taught that the Romans left Britain in 410, about […]
I was at a funeral this week and after it I had a long conversation about ghosts and life after death and I feel like the chap who was asked if he could play the […]
One of the oddities of the story of the Five Shilling Rebellion in South Africa at the start of WW1 is that even many Afrikaners are unaware of that part of their history. I was […]