When I got to the cottage’ he said, ‘ ´twas all in darkness. Not a soul around. I found poor old Mick upstairs stretched out on the bed covered by a sheet.
The winter of 1962 was cold and bitter, one of the hardest in living memory. I found myself in Zurich that Christmas Eve, an eighteen years old Hotel student, penniless and alone....
It was a long, hot summer, that summer of 1975, and the towns ancient water supply packed up.T he coucil sent for the well known water diviners "Dawes and Son" to address the problem.....