A page in history

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

I DON’T think I could live here.” Louis stood at the window of his great-grandfather’s residential home and looked out over the sea. “I mean, who doesn’t like the sea? But it’s kind of dead around her

I DON’T get it, Grandma Grace. We celebrated the end of World War II in May. How come we’re doing it all over again?” My great-grandaughter, Amy, is thirteen, only a few years older than I was in 1945

Dear Simon, The history of Pitman shorthand told by Angeline Wilcox in the July edition of Best of British (Write on Time) evoked so many memories. I was amazed to learn that Isaac Pitman actually cre

HAYLEY grabbed her toolbox from the back of the van and walked up the pathway. Ever since seeing the address on the worksheet, she’d been looking forward to this job. The house was just three doors aw

I LOOKED at my allocated “bed” underneath the back window of the caravan and wondered. Firstly, about my chances of getting a good night since I was already sleeping badly. And secondly, what madness