Shed 8: Roy’s Place

Sheds do make a statement and there’s no doubting the statement here. This is Roy’s shed in the North of Ireland with his dog guarding the channel betwixt viewer and Europe. I was at college in Manchester with Roy back in the Sixties. In his holidays he used to be a bus conductor on Ribble Buses working out of Preston. I used to drive a ‘cake’ lorry all over the North West. Cake meaning that is what it carried. People still need cakes so there are lorries carrying them still hither and yon but the bus conductor is an extinct … Continue reading Shed 8: Roy’s Place

The Belgian letter

This is a letter sent from Arlou in Belgium on the 16th December 1945 to my mother and father on the birth of my brother John, who was born on the 14th November 1945. It’s from someone called A Kinnaert. It’s a congratulations to my parents on the birth of their son. Our father was with the Guards Armoured Division in Belgium during World War 2 and, as I understand it, he was billeted later in the war with this Belgian family in the small village of Zetrud Lumay. I assume after the liberation of Brussels in the September of … Continue reading The Belgian letter