Essex Book Festival’s Criminally Good Afternoon Tea at the Golden Age of Crime Weekend
In the 1950s, my grandad was a Special Constable, working the streets of Southend-on-Sea. He told me that he’d often be approached (perhaps “set upo...
In the 1950s, my grandad was a Special Constable, working the streets of Southend-on-Sea. He told me that he’d often be approached (perhaps “set upo...