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
I wondered, not for the first time, why I’m bothering to read this book Continue reading Choosing the Right Word: Prescriptive vs Proscriptive.
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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.
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De Clare took my hand as he spoke and led me to an empty hut that, I supposed, had been especially prepared for us. He stepped forward and took both hands in his, lowering his head to kiss each in turn. Continue reading The Marriage of Strongbow and Aoife: A Union Bathed in Blood.
“We can ill afford to have such men as enemies,” he said in a final effort at persuasion.
I could see the logic of Father’s assertion but it only added to the burden of responsibility that now lay upon my shoulders.” Continue reading His Stag Do was a Massacre: 24th August 1170 the Sacking of Waterford.
Father was smiling. I remember thinking how rare an event that was these days. ‘Go now and prepare yourself for a journey and your marriage,’ he bade me. ‘We leave at first light tomorrow for Waterford where de Clare awaits us.’ Continue reading 23rd August 1170: An Irish ‘D-Day’ Landing