Moley is a very charming account of Frederica Freer’s relationship with her husband Stephen Freer. Although I didn’t know the gentleman, I found the memoirs and reflections of his life before and during their marriage absolutely wonderful to read. From his time working at Bletchley Park to the simple everyday pleasures that they both enjoyed together, this is a very cosy read.
Frederica reveals her husband in a chatty, friendly manner. The flourish of her writing is a pleasure to behold and one can’t help but feel warmly invited to share these recollections almost as if sitting together and sharing them in person, in front of a warm fire. Just a lovely style to it.
The pictures and anecdotes portray another time of the past. One that we’re losing hold of as time marches on. However the book is in no way maudlin and instead, as Frederica states her self, is assuredly grateful for the life her husband enjoyed and of the time they shared together. The warmth and love is on full display and a joy to read.
If any criticism were to be passed, I suppose it’s just that I’d have enjoyed reading even more. It is a short read and is over before you know it. I highly recommend.