Time was when I might have named the families living in every house; well, in the ordinary houses anyway, it was hard to know the people in the big houses, they had little interest in schoolboys on bicycles. Little seemed to change, though it, of course, did; it was just that when you are a child, time lasts very much longer.
There was nothing remarkable about the area. With the exception of one town, now world famous for its pop festival, few people would have heard of most of the …
The collection of railway books included a Bradshaw’s Directory for November 1939, a paperback edition published at 2 shillings and sixpence.
The very name ‘Bradshaw’s’ has had a tone of reassurance since more youthful days. As soon as Sherlock Holmes had summons or inclination to travel to some remote part of the country, he would instruct the faithful Watson to consult Bradshaw’s. Bradshaw’s had every timetable for every line in the country.
There were reprints of Bradshaw’s from 1910 and 1922, but they had no special feel about them. The …
“The only bit of blue sky now is where there are rain clouds that are darker than the sky around”.
“Perhaps it will brighten up.”
Looking east, across Saint George’s Channel, the horizon was a fuzzy line where the leaden sky met the greyness of the Irish Sea. The wind whipped in from the west, as biting as a winter’s day.
The ship’s master announced that he was sure passengers would be pleased to know that last night’s storm had passed and that, although a swell remained, the ship was …
“You live in a fancy apartment
Off the Boulevard Saint-Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do”
It’s that time again. The car is packed and the green fields of France beckon.
The journey this year includes the Green Fields of France (and those of Belgium); paying respects to young Willie McBride, along with all of his other comrades; standing at the Menin Gate in Ypres for the sounding of Last Post; pondering the rolling fields of Thiepval where a …
In the mid-80s, John Mortimer’s Paradise Postponed told the story of the rise of a working-class politician. Being a twenty-something at the time, the routineness of the life described made me smile. Leslie Titmuss, the rising star describes his home life:
‘I went to the village school,’ he told them. ‘Then I got a scholarship to Hartscombe Grammar. Weekends I used to go out on my bike and help people with their gardens. I grew up to understand the value of money because it took my father five years to
Being an Anglican priest in Rwanda means living a life of poverty; your congregation have barely enough to live themselves, and have little to spare for the Sunday offerings.
It means working with no resources, for where would the money come from to buy those things, like books, that Europeans and Americans take for granted?
It means being able to do little, or sometimes nothing, to help the poorest in the parish. It means seeing children in rags; it means seeing people suffer without medication; it means visiting houses without …