Over the years, community Carol singing has been an integral part of my Christmas experience. The first time I ever went Carol Singing, it was with my dad straight after the Church Carol service, we walked around the village and ended up at one of the big houses, where we received hot drinks and mince…
The Christmas television advertisement campaigns have become huge business in recent years as our biggest retailers fight to get the best advertisment for a particular year. One of my favourites was from one of our major supermarkets a few years ago, who simulated the famous scene from WW1 in the trenches, when for a few…
Looking back to my early childhood, I can remember going to bed on Christmas Eve and when we woke on Christmas morning, the front room of our house was decorated with a small Christmas Tree, a few baubles, some fairy lights and a couple of lengths of tinsel. We also had a paper streamer that…
This almost insignificant roundabout on the A15 approximately twelve miles north of Lincoln will be navigated by thousands of people every day and until today, I confess, I didn’t even know that it was called Caenby Corner. This roundabout will have a special place in my memory until my dying day. One Saturday in August…
I am part of that ever-increasing gang of people that have to renew their driving licence every three years, not because of my age, but because of my health. I am at that point when I have had to send my perfectly good licence off to the DVLA and grant them permission to check my…
Travelling home from our holiday on Friday 5th November, we noticed that there was a red poppy fixed to every lamp post in the market town of Bawtry. It was a moving sight as we drove through the town and the words “lest we forget” echoed around in my head. Bawtry is by no means…
I’ve always found it amusing the way young children love wellies, the sun can be cracking the flags and even so, the choice of footwear for a lot of children will be their wellington boots, I can remember both my children going through the phase and my grandson, who used to refer to them as…
When I was a lad, shopping looked very different to how it does today, we travelled by bus into town and visited a range of different shops to buy different products, each shop with shop assistants behind counters and tills to store the cash that you’d just paid with. I remember going as a family…
When our girls were growing up, we bought a season ticket each year for Eureka! The children’s museum in Halifax. It is a museum designed to capture the imagination of children from birth to eleven and grown-ups are only permitted if accompanying children. Our season ticket was money well spent as our girls walked through…
In the good old days, when I was living at home with my parents, we would have a clear out every so often and fill the back of the car with a load of our junk and drive down to the tip at Rodley and lob it all in a skip. The most stressful part…