“Mum always shoos us outside because we ‘need fresh air’. We get more fresh air than anyone else I know.”
The author invites us into her world where children improvised play in their neighbourhood, growing up with little adult supervision but rushing home at mealtimes. The children’s world of the ’40s and ’50s is vividly recreated in a way that is at once nostalgic, historic yet contemporary.
Run, Robin, Run depicts with humour the author’s struggle, lost in the middle of a large family with a spirit that frequently created problems for her. She was driven by a growing awareness of unfairness, injustice and defiance, tempered by the need for love. Hers is a world where the unexpected happens even on the most ordinary of days.