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Hopefully I shall write the second part of my story about when we returned to England when I was 12yrs. Below - snowdrops, Christmas cactus and my Dad as a young man! via New Blog
This memoir covers my childhood in Argentina where I lived from babyhood to 12 yrs of age. I’m now working on the second part from school days in Bath, life in London where I worked for a company of fruit importers in the old Convent Garden near to St. Paul’s Cathedral and later, my travels… Continue reading Charmed – a Childhood Memoir
Snowdrops coming through the moss, twigs, ivy and a strange looking log. Using your imagination can you see a small creature peeping out?
Dad was in the First World War Flying and photographing enemy lines. He was in The Royal Flying Corp which later became the Royal Airforce. His story is in Cry for me Argentina (see my books). Doesn’t he look cute? He always had curly hair and I remember him plastering it down with oil and… Continue reading World War 1
White and pink roses still surviving the winds... Plus some other late blooms: And the view from the window: