White Glen

After rereading a copy of the fan letter I sent to Irene Handl in 1959, I departed to see my Mum.  Truly, sad to say, it was another very fraught visit.  Back at HQ I weeded inside the walled garden in a chilly north east wind.   As a treat I once again re-read the letter I sent to Irene Handl in 1959.  David Nixon never replied.