Death of a Shropshire Lad
On a morning of a fateful day in May 1984, Mary Brookshaw came running round crying ‘its Cyril,…
On a morning of a fateful day in May 1984, Mary Brookshaw came running round crying ‘its Cyril,…
How we discovered an old tin whistle… The old outside toilet belonging to the cottage ‘next door’ as…
Garden Archeology The garden around Glebe Cottage has been in use at least since the early 1600s assuming…
About six months before he died in May 1984, I drew Cyril’s portrait. It has since hung near…
Tom Jones regularly walks down Domas Lane and stops for a chat as he did today – 27th…
Sunday 4th January 2002 I talked to Phyllis Munslow today in the road outside the Church gates. She…
On a sunny Sunday 6th September 1999, I was mowing the lawn when I heard several voices coming…
Hilda Preece was born in 1903, lived in the village all her life, attended the village school, then…
By the year 2000 Son was the oldest resident of Harley. When he was born, the midwife, so…
Christmas and the Punk Every Christmas Cyril would come round on Christmas morning dressed as usual in his…