Altar Boy

rel1.jpg

When I was eleven or twelve I became an altar boy. Mother made my red and white surplice. The mass was all in Latin and I had to learn the correct responses.


Read moreAltar Boy

Personal tragedy : Canal/towpath

barracka.jpg

One cold frosty morning in the mid nineteen sixties, just a few hundred yards further on along the towpath from Riley’s Lock there occurred an extremely sad incident. 

Read morePersonal tragedy : Canal/towpath