A Day in the Life… “….on Sunday mornings we’d make our way to the Pier Head and following a brief chat with the dock-gate policeman he’d let us in to wander through, and wonder at, the innovative Albert Dock…
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Eighty One Year Ago…
A recent look through the images scanned for my book, revealed one I’d forgotten about; it was a piece of calligraphy created by my father in 1940.