As young girl, who some might say was a tad headstrong, I loved stories of “willful” women, especially if there also happened to be horses involved – and the tale of Margaret Catchpole didn’t disappoint. Born in a village just outside my hometown of Ipswich in 1762, she learned to ride as a young girl working … Continue reading Tales From An East Anglian Childhood – Margaret Catchpole.
Strangely, I can’t remember what we had been doing before stopping at the picnic site. I believe we had been on a week-long holiday by the sea, which seems like it should be the more memorable of the two. I do know why I recall racing up and down the rolling dirt-track hills and hiding behind head-height … Continue reading New series: The East Anglian tales, myths and legends of my childhood.