November 2024 From the author’s desk…
12 November, 2024 in From the author's desk
THE JOY OF TRAIN TRAVEL AND PORT TALBOT AT NIGHT 60 YEARS AGO… It seemed a dream. Yesterday was just another day in the filing room, and now, he was…
12 November, 2024 in From the author's desk
THE JOY OF TRAIN TRAVEL AND PORT TALBOT AT NIGHT 60 YEARS AGO… It seemed a dream. Yesterday was just another day in the filing room, and now, he was…
3 October, 2024 in From the author's desk
TRUTH IN THE BISCUIT TIN… “Peek Frean, makers of famous biscuits” said the faded red label on the lid. The tin had rusted in the corners where the label had…
3 September, 2024 in From the author's desk
THE CURSE OF CANCER… He stared at the crucifix on the wall; it reminded him to take Uncle Sebastian’s Magen David out of his pocket and place it around his…
1 August, 2024 in From the author's desk
THE FIRST JOB INTERVIEW… Only after he had left the train and was standing at the bus stop outside Victoria Station did Ian begin to fret. Even though the school…