‘This is an enchanting book full of zest and love of life. Jack Richardson is humorous and compassionate and interested in all that goes on around him and how delightfully this shows in his writings with their charmful blend of wit and sensitivity.
I remember his cheery presence so well as a child, and what a popular figure he was at Burnmoor – the image of his constantly smiling face can be conjured up in an instant, despite the gap of some 35 years.
The one black spot for me in this book is the reference to my vile behaviour of which, thankfully, I have no memory but of which I am heavily ashamed – what a blessing that the hand of God’s representative was laid upon me with such swift retribution.’
Lady Lucinda Lambton