Time can play funny tricks with your memory. For instance I know I started at Kelsterton College in September 1966. I thought that I completed the college year the following June or possibly early July. That would mean I started work (yes I actually got a job very quickly) some time in July or AugustContinue reading “How time flies”
Category Archives: My blog
Peacock parade
As I mentioned yesterday I was quite prepared to be a peacock preening my gaudy feathers for all to see. Mayhap it has always been a part of me, that desire to change my outward appearance, possibly because I loved the attention but also because I enjoyed being someone else for a while. The LittleContinue reading “Peacock parade”
A final fling
The summer of ’66 was over and I had finished my work experience at the Rhyl and Prestatyn Gazette and was preparing to return to the world of education. The difference between my time at Rhyl Grammar School and the year I spent at Flintshire College of Technology was that at one I was treatedContinue reading “A final fling”
A final summer
Studying at home and spending more time, whenever possible, at the newspaper office strengthened my interest in becoming a reporter day by day. More than anything I developed a love for the structure and development of language and the written word. I know my photographer colleagues believe their pictures are worth a thousand words butContinue reading “A final summer”
Playing our part
We all know Shakespeare described the world as a stage which makes us all actors whether or not we have learned the lines. How many of us see ourselves in that way and if we do are we a spear bearer, the star or Dandini to someone else’s Prince Charming? If we merely stick toContinue reading “Playing our part”
Taking a break
Unexpected occurrences today means no new posting. Watch out for tomorrow’s poem and a post later in the day.
A voyage of discovery
As the old year ended and the New Year of 1966 began I made the most of the last week or so of my holidays before getting my head down for studies in my home classroom. Naturally I was enjoying the English studies, especially the literature. I have read, seen or appeared in a numberContinue reading “A voyage of discovery”
Making my name
Studying at home while getting work experience with a recently-launched local newspaper was working well in the run-up to Christmas 1965. Naturally I took a break from studying over what would have been a school holiday and spent a little bit longer at the Gazette offices while also having time to spend at the LittleContinue reading “Making my name”
Out in the world
If I had been born a few years later I would not have had the option to leave the regimented education system of the grammar school behind me. As it was in 1965 the age was still set at 15 even though attempts had begun a year earlier to raise it to 16. Luckily forContinue reading “Out in the world”
Those who were left behind
Eighty years ago today my father was celebrating his 25th birthday – somewhere in France. It was a week before the mass evacuation of the British Expeditionary Force from the French port of Dunkirk. Unfortunately Sgt. David Pierce, RAMC, did not get to Dunkirk with his ambulance convoy. My father was studying at the LiverpoolContinue reading “Those who were left behind”
Robin's Nest 