Oh, how things have changed

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

To mark the 80th anniversary of VJ Day, John Eskdale and other survivors share their harrowing memories of war and stories of hope

IT’S all inclusive,” Brenda said, flopping on to my bed without taking off her new espadrilles. I had no idea what “all inclusive” meant, but I didn’t let on. Until 10 minutes ago, I hadn’t known what

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

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

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