Monthly Archives: January 2013

When I was a little girl in the 1960s, my father, a self employed builder, worked very long hours. If I was lucky, he arrived home on weeknights before I went to bed, and I was allowed to perch on his knee … Continue reading →

There are fashions in rose cultivation, just as there are in habits, costume, and coiffure. A nameless, ancient, pale shell pink rose used to ramble at will all over the old brick barn where my dad’s family lived at Keepers … Continue reading →

The Guardians’ Building is the only remnant of the Walsall Union workhouse, whose infirmary evolved into the adjacent Walsall Manor Hospital.  In its early Victorian, Italianate splendour, it is something to admire, whilst waiting on the car park for festive … Continue reading →