After last week in East Sussex grave-hunting, this Wednesday I took my mother out for a ride house-hunting. As a teenager my mother lived in Little Heath, near Potters Bar, Hertfordshire, which is where she met my father. I’d been…
The sun continued to shine this morning so, rather than waste a perfectly wonderful day in dusty records, Carol wanted to investigate Shaldon at the mouth of the river Teign, opposite Teignmouth, in fact. I now define genealogical addiction as…
Having struggled to remember how to load a caravan after our winter lay-off, we set sail at 9:35 AM with Billy in tow to head for our first stop of the trip at Newton Abbott, Devon. This stop was planned…
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