My kitchen is filled with seemingly nondescript objects that mean a great deal to me: my mum’s wooden-handled fish slice and masher; her pans; the knives and forks I used while I was growing up; a tea

I REMEMBER the first thing I ever knitted, even if I have no idea where it is now. It was a sew-together hat, made of some lurid, scratchy acrylic yarn with uneven edges and the occasional rogue hole

Ebony’s mum had turned things around and was back in her life. But then a brutal act robbed them of everything…

Alice Loxton EleanorA 200-mile walk in search of England’slost queen352pp. Pan Macmillan. £22. Many are commemorated in stone, but few so grandly as Eleanor of Castile (d. 1290). Following her unexpec

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Exaggerating her beetling monobrow and wispy dark moustache in self-portraits, the artist Frida Kahlo was a female force to be reckoned with, unafraid to pour her heart onto the canvas. Only last autu