A BIG DAY OUT …..by EDITOR DES Well when we were in England last time, Dr Bob decided we would go to the cricket in LONDON. It was supposed to be a bonding session, as me and Pauline have had a few ‘issues’ lately (her fault, not
Read more →TRAVELLING ALONG THE THAMES PATH Apart from Harleyford and Marlow, Thames locations with which I have a close personal association, Reading features unusually heavily in my book, All Along the River; Tales From the Thames. Here is a little extract. Copy from the book is in black,
Read more →One of the difficulties I found in writing a book about the river Thames was making those really hard decisions about what should go in! So much history…..so much intrigue and scandal. Naturally I was tempted to include far too much about my beloved Harleyford Estate at
Read more →Hello….Editor Des here, with a story about BRADMAN! 🏏 Well until the dreaded virus it was all sport, sport, sport in our household. So I thought I would write a piece about a famous cricketer! By the way, the local coach once told me that I had
Read more →Florence Campbell was born in Woolloomooloo, Sydney on September 5th 1845, the eldest daughter of Ann and Robert Campbell. Her father had made his fortune as a merchant, and in trading in gold after the big strike at Ophir in the Central West of New South Wales.
Read more →Hello, this is Editor Des back from the West Country of Olde England. I’ve chosen this little piece because I liked the story Pauline told me about the nursery rhyme and the 15th century cathedral clock at Exeter. I’m sure you know you how it goes;
Read more →There is such a strong link between Christmas and bells. Images of them adorn our trees and greeting cards, and the faithful are summoned to church by them on Christmas morning. I wasn’t sure whether to post this article as history or humour, but the humour is
Read more →A DAY WITH DR JOHNSON by EDITOR DES Well I wrote this story a long time ago, but it’s Dr Johnson’s birthday tomorrow, so I’m sharing it with you again, I’m sorry the photos are so crappy, but that’s not my fault! Oh dear… where to start?!
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