Gill Shaw
DIGGING DEEPER
I’m looking over my scribbled Wrigley tree, with its multiple additions in the margins. But my eye’s drawn to one name in particular and I know I can’t put him ofiany longer.
Step forward Henry junior, the son of my 4x great-grandparents Henry and Agnes who I’ve been avoiding till now, because every time I’ve had a little dabble, I’ve got precisely nowhere. Time, then, either to demolish the brick wall or admit defeat.