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
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
