Few people visited the Forest of Dean. They thought us primitive, and looked down on us.?Winifred Foley grew up in the 1920s, a bright, determined miner’s daughter in a world of unspoiled beauty and d
After her years in domestic service, Winifred Foley married and started a family. But, while scraping a living as a charwoman in a rundown north London tenement, she continued to long for her home in
