Last September my dad died and mum and I had the inevitable task of sorting through his stuff. In a small box marked 'Very old diaries' I found about 20 small diaries covering the war years when he was evacuated, his scouting days and up to his marriage and my birth. I have read snatches when I can face it but I just know it would make a fabulous film!!
The dull colours and the wear on these little books is very evocative. All I need to share with you is that old musty smell that brings back so many memories.
