Monthly Archives: April 2020

There was always a very sharp pair of scissors in the house, thin-bladed and a dull metallic colour, they were easily distinguished from the sort of scissors children might use for cutting paper, cardboard and miscellaneous other items. Sometimes, there … Continue reading →

My grandfather retired at some point, at least, he claimed to have retired. It was presumably a matter of accountancy, or Ministry of Agriculture paperwork, or solicitor’s advice, for there was no discernible decline in his activity. Retirement is rarely … Continue reading →

There had been a school reunion a couple of weeks previously. A few dozen of us had travelled down to Devon to attend a lunch and to tell stories that would have been boring to anyone who had not been … Continue reading →

In the 1970s, a railway track still ran along the railway valley from Barnstaple to Bideford. The line had been closed to passengers by Dr Beeching in 1965, but it still seemed to be in use by goods trains. Passing … Continue reading →