This is a blog about recent history and things I remember from my childhood.
The title is taken from the poem "The Hunting of the Snark" by Lewis Carroll.
Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with a boyish garb for boyish task, Eager she wields her spade: yet loves as well Rest on a friendly knee, intent to ask The tale he loves to tell.