As a child of the '50s, growing up on a council estate in Southend-on-Sea, the Green Belt was at my front door. It was the boundary that kept developers out, but not the inhabitants. Rebel's lane was the gateway, winding its way from the end of Archer Close through farmland into rural pastures, rivers, woods, brickworks, WWII bunkers and into the adventures of young minds. This website is simply a record of my adventures both of the past, as I remember them, as well as of the present. It is not a blog for discussion, but positive feedback through e-mail is welcome.
This weeks Adventures of the MIND
'Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start;'
Florence Nightingale's 200th anniversary is 12 May. Is it just a coincidence as we fight a global epidemic?