Remembering 1947

It is a cliché that our childhoods are filled with memories of warm summer days, rarely marred by bad weather. The summer of 1947 epitomises that notion for me and is one reason why I set my novel Summer Day in that particular summer. In England the year began with heavy snow and bitter cold. I had turned five the previous November and should have started school at the end of the Christmas break. Snow drifts had piled up against the ground floor windows of our cottage. Travelling the 3 miles to the village school was impossible. The thaw did … Continue reading Remembering 1947

Sugar and Covid.

Here is a warning from someone in a position of inside knowledge. I am fortunate in having been born with a fast metabolism which ensures that I have rarely been above 60kg/9stone (125lbs). I do like sigar in tea and in coffee, though I don’t drink huge quantities of either. I also like my wife’s baking, puddings and home made jams. However, if you or your loved ones are less fortunate, do please heed Stevie’s warnings and reject the blandishments of advertisers. https://steviet3.wordpress.com/2020/09/02/sugar-and-covid Continue reading Sugar and Covid.