Gladstone’s Library

I have just returned from a writing holidays like no other. I’m trying to describe it, and there’s no sentence big enough. You’ll see the photo at the top of the page and understand it’s a library, but… this is Gladstone’s Library. You can start with the fact that it is a library and moveContinue reading “Gladstone’s Library”

Sixty Years Ago

While I was clearing my father’s house I found a platform ticket for… Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwyllllantysiliogogogoch. Yes, I still have it. My brothers remember my dad stopping the car outside the station on holiday and the short argument that followed; rain hammering on the car roof and my mother getting out and running across to buy aContinue reading “Sixty Years Ago”