‘Made in Yorkshire’

Toby the Screech

Click the title above to read the complete post. Posted on Wednesday, September 1st, 2010

A woman in our village was was telling me the other day of a bolshie parrot called Toby, more of a screecher than a speaker. When there are ebullient children around, Toby always tries to drown any noise they make with his own din. He insists on screeching loudest and longest. He’s also inclined to [...]

Journeys Into Space

Click the title above to read the complete post. Posted on Sunday, August 1st, 2010

I think it’s time that I pleaded guilty. I borrowed books from Dewsbury Library’s adult lending department while I was still a junior. The official age to begin using the adult library was 14. I was 11 when I started to regularly take out books, using my Dad’s ticket. For a boy addicted to adventure [...]

Volunteering For Britain

Click the title above to read the complete post. Posted on Thursday, July 1st, 2010

The University of the Third Age. Sounds rather grand, don’t you think? In my local U3A branch anyone over 50 can “study” line dancing, salsa and swing, aromatherapy. There are classes in bridge and chess, scrabble and mahjong. Languages? French, German, Italian, Russian, Spanish and Latin have been on offer. There are history and literature [...]

Circus Magic

Click the title above to read the complete post. Posted on Tuesday, June 1st, 2010

Peter Hinchliffe reveals his circus blushes. The first time I went to a circus I got a bigger laugh than the clowns. We were on holiday in North Wales. Dad thought it was time I was introduced to the tinsel and thrills of the Big Top. I still blush when I recall the events of [...]

Snakes Alive!

Click the title above to read the complete post. Posted on Saturday, May 1st, 2010

The snake lady wandered one lunchtime into the Texas daily newspaper office where I worked. The only reporter on duty descended the steps from the news room to see what she wanted. “Thought you’d like to write about my hobby,’’ she said. “What’s that?’’ asked the reporter, not anticipating much of a story. “I catch [...]

A Day at the Station

Click the title above to read the complete post. Posted on Thursday, April 1st, 2010

Mary was eight when she went on a train trip to Bridlington. Her father and two younger sisters accompanied her on the day out. Mum stayed at home in the Yorkshire mining village where they lived. The girls were excited. They rarely went to the seaside. They were looking forwards to playing on the sands [...]

High Drama on Mount Kenya

Click the title above to read the complete post. Posted on Monday, March 1st, 2010

by Peter Hinchliffe At nine o’clock that morning a small aircraft flew round Mount Kenya’s twin peaks, Batian and Nelion. I was on the other side of Lewis Glacier, standing on top of the mountain’s third peak, 16,355-foot Lenana. The plane circled and circled, coming close to the rock of the ancient volcano. Exhausted, exhilarated, [...]

Our Friend the Hen

Click the title above to read the complete post. Posted on Monday, February 1st, 2010

by Peter Hinchliffe We used to keep hens. White Leghorns crossed with Rhode Island Reds. Good layers. Good to eat. That was during the war years, and for some time after the war, when food was scarce and a fresh egg was worth its weight in old money. These days youngsters wash the family car [...]

Magnificent Men

Click the title above to read the complete post. Posted on Tuesday, December 1st, 2009

by Peter Hinchliffe Year upon year, I woke to hear clattering clogs in the darkness before dawn: miners, setting out on a long trudge to pits in neighbouring villages. Harold Banks, Sam Golby, other hardy men, bound for the Shuttle Eye pit at Grange Moor, or the damp misery of Lepton Edge pit. They walked [...]

Good Dog

Click the title above to read the complete post. Posted on Sunday, November 1st, 2009

by Peter Hinchliffe When you are flat on your back on a garden path with a pair of padded paws pinning you down, you begin to wonder if humans were wise in domesticating the dog. I was a young reporter, pursuing a story, knocking on the door of a Batley council house. Behind the door, [...]