In Part 3, I described how Afrika Korps Gefreiter, Hans Walden, had written to Hildegard Bronnold about food parcels he had sent to her, his imaginary coloured pencil sketch of the Nile and his hope [more…]
One secret: No politics As fine a figure of an English landlord (he tips the scale at nearly 17 stones) as ever drew a pint of old-and-mild is Mr. Alfred Leslie Farrell, “mine host” of [more…]
Bear with me Puffins. Murcan fitba. Have patience, your sanity will be preserved. Most of us have probably heard of the NFL and their Superbowl. Well you can forget that. There is another league of [more…]
Monday Good morning all, it was bright and sunny early on, but the sun has gone now and it’s grey. Today we have the new numbers out for Channel migrants, 20,210 since the Government came [more…]
In Part 2, I described how Afrika Korps Gefreiter, Hans Walden, had written to Fraü H. Bronnold about not having had any leave, having his hair cut (“eine fläzte”) and drinking salty coffee. His next [more…]
On Sunday night just passed we were treated to the sight of upwards of 150 tractors, of varying shapes and sizes, convoying around the villages in this part of Cumbria be-decked in Christmas lights. As [more…]
Monday Good morning all, it was raining when I first woke up, but now I have had my Felix the sun is out and the sky is blue. Legohead had a ‘summit meeting’ in No. [more…]
18 August 1944 Ten minutes ago the shock-headed young signalman came swaying across the signals deck and grinned at me. He made a noise like a dive-bomber and his hands mimed an Focke-Wulf Fw 190 [more…]
It takes a week to cycle from Penzance to Berwick. It took me 40 years. Because on the way, I wanted to include every town in England, in what amounted to some two years of [more…]
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