When I was a girl, my paternal grandfather agreed to do a series of radio interviews for Radio Oxford and for the local universitys agriculture students.  He was a farm hand, you see, and he'd worked full time since he was 12 years old...and they felt like he had some valuable insight into the way things used to be.

My dad sent me a transcript of the interviews a few weeks ago.  Reading them reduced me to tears a few times - I could literally hear my grampy's voice, his broad north Oxfordshire accent pronouncing 'beans' like 'bay-uns' and 'mister' like 'mais-ter'. It was wonderful to read, and I've read it over and over...

....and I'd like to share it with you.  I'm going to try and serialize it - it's too long to transcribe in one sitting and I think that breaking it down will give you a chance to digest and absorb what his life was like back in the 1910's and early 20's.

So, starting tomorrow, you will get to meet Henry Peverill - my grampy.  You'll learn about his life, what he did, who he loved and who he lost.  You'll hear some pretty tall stories too - if he says "now listen, this is the truth" or words to that effect, you can bet that what's coming up isn't entirely true, that it's been embellished somehow.  I'm going to title this series 'The life and times of Henry P'....

...and I hope you have as much fun reading them as I did (and still do!)