“You can’t live here. There are no shops,” my friend Jen stated. We were sitting in the van belonging to the pub I lived in, the Golden Cross, Slough, waiting for my parents who had an interview for t

We have just had a relaxing autumn break in Wiltshire and Somerset. Travelling from home in the Midlands on a Sunday we had a steady journey to Devizes Camping and Caravanning Club site. We had pre-bo

It’s always risky trying somewhere new, when you really like the place that you’ve been going to at February half-term for the past three years. Add to this our annual craving to see the sea after a l

‘Should go far’ was the footnote to an end-of-term school report supposedly handed to my parents in 1967. It’s doubtful, however, that staging marathon trips in someone else’s car was what the teacher

Dear Simon, I was particularly interested in Sylvia Lee’s item on Cope’s Pools in Yesterday Remembered (Pools Party, December). I worked at the company’s offices in Edmonton, north London in 1966-67.

On a leisurely weekend break, the last thing I expected to be wearing was a hard hat with a headlamp, a battery pack and a pair of wellingtons. But there I was, fully togged up – along with seven othe