Tag Archives: Blackpool
Sun, fun and feeling the wind in your hair
One of my favourite works of fiction is the Deptford Trilogy by the late Canadian author, Robertson Davies. A master story-teller if ever there was one. In it, one young boy’s instinctive reaction sets the fantastical ball of the story … Continue reading
My mum and Aunty Maureen. By way of being a paean to a very special supermarket
Every now and again I travel twelve miles to a supermarket. A long way to go, given there are two perfectly acceptable ones within two miles. And both morally acceptable places for me to shop – for reasons that range … Continue reading
