Recently on no more wriggling…
- Teaching the First World War – engaging imaginations with historic newspapers
- The Writer’s Blog Tour – coming out of the attic to party….
- The Sinking of the RMS Tayleur – author Gill Hoffs on how Victorian corsetry contributed to a tragedy…
- Shell shock on film: myth or reality?
- Who needs Glastonbury? The Keats House Festival 2014
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Tag Archives: Teens
On Saturday my lovely daughter Evie is starting her first term at the University of Winchester. She only made her mind up to go to Uni at all at the beginning of August, having had a year out to focus … Continue reading
This is a new experience for me and as middle-age takes an undeniably firm grip on my life I am up for a few more of those. So, as I was invited, via Goodreads, to the ‘Web Splash’ for Rebecca … Continue reading
If you are walking around Exeter City Centre today, you may spot a slim 16-year-old girl, 5ft 9 with legs up to her armpits. She is very gorgeous. She is also wearing a very short pair of turquoise shorts with … Continue reading
My friend Jo of Slummy single mummy fame has recently written a lovely blog entitled ‘We’re all going on a summer holiday‘ about the beginning of the school holidays, finding things to entertain her two girls and the challenges of … Continue reading
I have just come back from what I thought would be a lovely morning fruit picking, with my husband, daughter and her friend Harriet who is staying with us for a few days. Isn’t there something in all of us … Continue reading