The fabric of friendship

Many years ago a friend taught me how to make teddy bears, and I still have a few that are precious to me. But the bear that I treasure the most is a very tiny bear hand stitched by my friend as a spe

Here is a photo of my great-grandchild, Margo, in my sink, bringing back all the memories. Sixty years ago, I would be bathing my own children in the very same sink. Wonderful times. Ms V.H., Cornwall

Terry towelling–whether it be clothing babies, adorning a poolside Bond or mopping tennis players’ brows–altered domestic life forever, discovers Matthew Dennison

Iris climbed down from the donkey cart that had given her a lift from Penzance station, being careful not to ladder her best stockings, and walked up the narrow lane to Nantolven Farm. There was no si

When I was aged 10, the farmers used to come round the schools to pick volunteers to work on the farms during the summer holidays, mainly to help bring in the harvest. The country was still building u

WINDY, windy weather, we all blow together!” Hannah Kington laughed as she ran along the pavement, hand in hand with her five-year-old twins, Daisy and Amy. She could remember playing this game when s