Elisabeth Gallon writes: OMy father, Harry Gallon, along with thousands of others during WWII War, was separated from his wife and children to fight for his King and Country. Little more than a toddler at the time, I have no clear recollection of my fatherOs leave-taking.All I knew was that my tall, handsome, loving daddy had gone away leaving a gaping hole in the lives of his loved ones which no one else could fill. I knew little about him at the time. I might never have known him at all had he not, in his wisdom, kept a record of his thoughts and feelings during the long years of our...
Elisabeth Gallon writes: OMy father, Harry Gallon, along with thousands of others during WWII War, was separated from his wife and children to fight f...
It's December 2016 and Toby and Angelica are going back to their father's farm for Christmas. Now that they live in London and Berlin respectively - eschewing the family trade in favour of more creative pursuits - this return to the pastoral also feels like a return to the parochial.
It's December 2016 and Toby and Angelica are going back to their father's farm for Christmas. Now that they live in London and Berlin respectively - e...
