The invitation said to dress in 1950s style. I’m not convinced my dress was that authentic: sort of tulip-shape, cap-sleeves, slightly empire line. Could have been anywhere between the 40s to the 60s and...
My father’s memories of the Coronation
As some of you know, I am in the process of writing up my dad’s diaries in the form of a blog: Memoirs of John Michael Grinsell. A few weeks ago I wrote a post...
Music was my first love…
I’d always wanted an acoustic guitar. As a teenager I played my dad’s classical guitar for a few years, mainly strumming some chords and singing along to myself. I never really progressed beyond Streets of London, Leaving on...
Blogging awards are like buses….
…….you wait for ages and then two come along together. Last week was quite something for me and my blog. First I discovered I had reached the final eight in the ‘Go!’ travel...
Dr McGregor-Robertson’s Guide to Spa Resorts
I know some of you (Kelloggsville?) have been wondering what has happened to the expert advice gleaned from The Household Physician 1874 (updated 1907). You may recall I shared the good doctor’s wisdom in the following...
A ‘Mum’s Gone To’ travel post, aged 12
You might think I’ve only been at this travel-writing lark for a few years but take a look at this scanned page from an exercise book and you’ll see that in October 1976, aged...
Yes, your highness
When I bring supper to my son, Rory, I usually pop it on a lap tray and make sure I dodge out of the way of the telly for the little prince, muttering to...
The day Alan Shearer proved to be a thoroughly good egg.
I came across this photo recently; evidence that on very rare occasions the Burgess family can turn their hand to craft activities. It was in 2005, an Easter egg decorating competition held in a...