Rosa Silverman

1 month ago | telegraph.co.uk | Rosa Silverman

The PM insists his new 'reset' with the EU is good for the UK's fishermen. In Grimsby, they argue it could spell the death of their industryIt's quiet on the North Quay in Grimsby. There aren't many fishermen left, and those who remain don't have much hope for the future. "We've all got grey hair down here, and we've only got a few more years [at it]," says Darren Kenyon, who's been fishing since he was 13.

1 month ago | telegraph.co.uk | Rosa Silverman

With a shortfall of nearly five billion litres per day predicted by 2050, a new reservoir in Hampshire is but a drop in the oceanThe footpath winds through the Hampshire woodlands, peaceful and still on a warm sunny day in May. Wasps dart between the vegetation. It's a quiet spot, hidden between the low-rise flats on one side and, on the other, something altogether more dramatic: a vast site that resembles a shallow open quarry. It is in fact a new reservoir, or it will be eventually.

1 month ago | telegraph.co.uk | Rosa Silverman

So, how did King get here? His story starts on Canvey Island, that windswept spit of Essex marshland on the edge of south-east England. It was here that his father, Jack King, moved his family from Romford, East London, in the early 1960s. Jack was also a businessman, a shed salesman who bought a caravan park from the council and transformed it into a lucrative mobile home business.

1 month ago | telegraph.co.uk | Rosa Silverman

On a dark day in 1985, a violent riot between rival fans saw hundreds injured and a young life lost in football's 'Battle of Agincourt'It was obvious something big was going to kick off. In their final match of the season, Leeds United were taking on Birmingham City away, and this meant war. The same was true of so many games during the mid-1980s, the nadir of football hooliganism; but 11 May 1985 would turn out to be a particularly dark day, even by the standards of the time.

1 month ago | yahoo.com | Rosa Silverman

There’s a beach at Saltdean on the south coast of England where Rachael Watts would go shrimping as a child. She remembers climbing on the rocks, wading waist deep in the ocean. One day, she says, she hopes to be able to enjoy these pleasures again. She cannot imagine this day, not at the moment. A fearless, outgoing girl in her younger years, Watts does not remember much else from her childhood. Very little at all from after she was seven years old.