A visit to Handsworth The landlady of the Cross Keys throws open the back door of the pub for me and I am confronted by a green green view of trees and grass and gravestones – the latter of which are jutting up like a snaggletoothed smile. Behind me I can hear the laughter… Continue reading Becoming Jane
The love letters of Fred & Janie – my great great grandparents courting in Sheffield in the 1870's
My Darling Janie 