There was always a passel of kittens at my Nan’s house – and riding the hoover was their favorite game.
I adored going to the market when I visited my Gran. The haberdashery stall was my favorite with all the ribbons and lace and buttons. I am still drawn to ‘notions’ when I go to a store.
One of my first memories is reading in bed in summer. I specifically recall reading ‘A Child’s Garden of Verses.’ I seemed to be in bed early (had I been naughty?) But with a summer breeze blowing and the sun … Continue reading →
Nothing gave me greater pleasure as a little girl than a field full of wild flowers. Come to think of it, I still feel the same.
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