Freya, Freya, Quite Contrary (Why Didn’t I Name Her Mary?).

At three years and nearly eight months old Freya definitely seems to have climbed aboard the rollercoaster taking her from being a toddler to a child – and what a wild ride it is. Sometimes she seems so grown-up, especially when she’s in her school uniform, racing into nursery without a backward glance. I always … Continue reading Freya, Freya, Quite Contrary (Why Didn’t I Name Her Mary?).

Tales from an East Anglian Childhood: Edith Cavell.

"Her name liveth for evermore," reads the inscription on nurse Edith Cavell's grave at Norwich Cathedral but sadly over the years her name, together with her bravery and the sacrifice she made, has faded from the public eye, as so often happens with the passing of time. It is the 100th anniversary of her execution during the First World … Continue reading Tales from an East Anglian Childhood: Edith Cavell.