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The Holly And The Ivy

I adored my grandfather – my Mum’s dad – in that way that only grandchildren can love their grandparents. An exuberance of love. He shaved with a real razor and used a shaving brush, which he’d tap us on the … Continue reading

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Christmas Eve and My Mother’s Sewing

I have spoken before of our beloved seaside shack, where we spent carefree, salt-skinned, sun-kissed holidays each year in December throughout my childhood. It’s the place in the world that, when I think of it, I can smell the sea … Continue reading

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