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The Guhas of Brooking Street

The Guhas of Brooking Street

My great grandfather, Jatindramohan Guha  was the first in his village Qutubpur in the district of Faridpur in East Bengal ...
From Jersey, Channel Islands, to the African Continent

From Jersey, Channel Islands, to the African Continent

  My father Richard Durell married Edmée Gruchy in Jersey on 21 December in 1934.    After marriage, Richard accepted ...
The Journey

The Journey

The beginning was difficult-I was in a traffic jam going to the airport! Would I get to the check-in in ...
The Lost Innocence Of The Nagas

The Lost Innocence Of The Nagas

My posting, after being commissioned in to the Corps of Engineers of the Indian Army in 1967 following the Young ...
Gin-and-Ice, No Lime

Gin-and-Ice, No Lime

Ever tried drinking gin by itself, no lime or tonic? If you haven’t, don’t. It’s sheer hell. Burns the gullet ...
Gold Rush

Gold Rush

There had never been such excitement in the house. It was a hard-working and unforgiving life on this small HumbersideIn ...
The Macready Mystery

The Macready Mystery

Throughout my mother’s life, she believed implicitly that she was a descendant of William Charles Macready (1793-1873), the great Shakespearian ...
Crocodiles and Education

Crocodiles and Education

When I look back on my life I begin to wonder if I have achieved anything of consequence.  To my ...
1984: Thirty-Two Years Later

1984: Thirty-Two Years Later

The passage of time has lent a surreal hue to the ghastly spine-chilling memories of 1984. Those who survived to ...
Life with my Grandparents

Life with my Grandparents

I was very lucky to be loved and cared for by my grandparents for a very long span of my ...
I.R.A. Activity in London - THE HARROD'S BOMBING

I.R.A. Activity in London – THE HARROD’S BOMBING

 It was unfortunate that the day our son Robert went to Harrods to buy a Christmas present for his father, ...
To be a butterfly

To be a butterfly

It is a sunny October afternoon in Cambourne and I am looking through the window at my garden where a ...