by Ian Andrew | Aug 28, 2015 | Memoir, Non-Fiction, Photography, Royal Air Force, United Kingdom, War, WWII
A few days ago a colleague of mine handed me a fragile photo album with the words, “My Grandmother worked with 617 Squadron during the war, would you like to see the photos?” Which, for anyone with even a passing interest in the RAF is going to be a hard...
by Ian Andrew | Aug 2, 2015 | Memoir, Music, Non-Fiction, Northern Ireland
My Dad could sing. I always knew he could, from faint recollections as a child, but he never sang as I progressed through my teenage years. He wasn’t the one to “give us a song” in get-togethers or parties. He should have been, for he was good....
