“Please, Mother, pleease.” Richard tugged at Ann’s arm hoping it might encourage her to change her mind. Ann, scraping the porridge pot ready for washing up, pulled her arm away from his grip. Mary Ann looked on, hoping for a … Continue reading
He moaned with the latest pitch and lurch of the ship as the odours of hundreds of bodies, damp bedding and water closets imprisoned him in his bed. Nine-year-old Richard Grenfell had never felt so ill. He lay there, staring … Continue reading
It’s time for one of Shelley’s mysteries, and by discussing it here I hope that I can produce an interesting read and possibly make contact with living descendants of those mentioned in this post. Did William Pryor and Mary Hosking … Continue reading
 | Martin Barrett (1858… on The First Land League Cot… |
| John Willis (1869-19… on Our Annie |
 | Susan Donaldson (Sco… on Signals at Sea |
 | Shelley on Crossing the Line |
| Shelley on Signals at Sea |
