Peculiar postcards

FIFTY-ONE years ago, the view of Scotland’s most important river changed overnight. On the night of January 27, 1974, a great storm blew across the country, damaging buildings, downing trees – and cre

Finally reaching the island, Beth realised something was very wrong

Dear Simon, I have only just got around to reading your June issue with its piece by Cardinal Cox about the relatively modern origins of some supposedly old customs. He refers to Lady Raglan and the G

NICK and I had fallen out. There was another girl. Before he left, I tried to read the expression in his eyes. Shame? Sadness? But I could see nothing. “When will I see you again?” I asked, my voice b

When I was a child, we had a tortoise called Winnie who had belonged to my father when he was a boy in the 1950s. He called his pet Winston after Churchill, but this name had to be changed when he dis

THERE could be no doubt about it – Julie was a handful. Brought up by her grandparents when her wayward mother took off, Julie seemed to have spent her young life on a mission to prove that she was no