where he met so many people, so many kids, so many dogs, so many smells, chased so many squirrels, finished off quite a few half eaten sandwiches and other “treats”, as we roamed the park and connected trail. It also had a small creek running through it,...
The Mist Trail, with its rainbows and delicate barriers of condensation, was as close as I could get to the fairyland of the fairy tales I read in bulk. I’m glad I grew up, but part of the reason I feel glad is because I didn’t have to give up the essence of what mattered to...
In 2015, I started to write down my memories of rock concerts I had attended at the De Montfort Hall when I was a teenager growing up in Leicester during the 1970s. As the project developed, I invited a number of my old friends to contribute, and I eventually published the stories here...