Paddington station feels like the Blitz. It's two days before the Olympic opening ceremony, and everyone with a choice is evacuating fast, escaping a million extra people in London and the fear of transport chaos. I struggle through the crowds with our bags in the heat, and collapse with relief onto the cool train.
I'm really excited about being a social reporter. Since starting TransitionDartmouth Park in September, I've been reading the TN site a lot, especially when I get stuck and I'm not sure what to do next and have found it very helpful.
The only real experience I have of a life without money came I was quite young. My father was a war pensioner and as a family we lived in the expectation of the “20th” of the month when the brown envelope came, addressed to Captain Marriott.
This is a story about Sean (not his real name) his identity has to be kept secret, for reasons that will become clear as I tell this tale. Sean would have had an interesting past life, not all of it on the right side of the law, consequently spent some of his time here on earth enjoying the benefits of her majesty’s hospitality.
From the tale of the little grey mouse and the chestnuts, to the cottage whose identity shifted with each owner that inhabited it, the teller of tales of Our times brings you an occasional flavour of life in a small English village.