A Christmas Clanger and the Strip That Stole My Heart

Christmas, that grand old conjurer of memories, always pulls at my heartstrings like a fiddler on market day — and none more so than the memory of that Christmas. Mind you, I don’t need much encouragement to wallow in nostalgia; I’m as bad as an old maid sighing over her first sweetheart. Picture, if you … Continue reading A Christmas Clanger and the Strip That Stole My Heart

Bingo!

When I was a child, our holidays were never the sun-drenched affairs of the well-heeled, sipping orange Fanta beneath a Mediterranean sky. No, our escapes were humbler, anchored firmly to the rugged North East coast, in the salt-lashed embrace of Cullercoats, near Whitley Bay. We never had the kind of money that could ferry us … Continue reading Bingo!