I was born in Redhill County Hospital, Edgware, London, during a second world war air raid. My mother told me she was unsure which event precipitated which.
I accompanied my family to Canada in 1951. I’ve since lived and worked in the UK and Australia, building equipment for medical research, but most of my life has been spent in Canada.
I live in rural Ontario, which I love because I feel very close to the pioneer origins of this place. The history here is palpable, existing in harmony with every aspect of modern life. I find this to be a constant source of comfort and inspiration. There are farms close by that have been in the same family since the early 1800s.
The nature of my being forced me to become an autodidact. All things considered, it has worked very well for me.
For a good many years now, a good mate of mine and I have exchanged subscriptions. I’m lucky enough to get the Guardian Weekly. It adds significantly to the quality of my life. It’s portable, foldable and can easily be read on a plane.
The wondrous articles fill in knowledge gaps I did not know existed. The Weekly is a “go to” place to escape. For reasons unknown, I read it from back to front.
Whatever I’m involved with, there has been an edition of the Weekly that provides some insight.
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