Holiday from hell

Last week, my husband, Erik, and I had dinner with a couple who’ve been great friends for years. They mentioned their new holiday home in Sardinia, and generously invited us to join them out there for

HELLO! I’m in the garden,” Rachel called out when she heard the car door bang shut. The six-foot gate separating the drive from the back garden swung open and a smiling, but tired-looking Jack appeare

FREE! I’m free at last!” “Oh, Lionel, anyone would think you’d just been released from prison,” Jeanette, his wife, replied. “Well, I have. Since I decided to retire, working my notice has seemed like

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We loved holidays so much we decided we’d never come home

The 1960s and 70s were the decades many of us changed from using black-and-white film in our cameras to capturing those treasured shots in technicolour. Here, six women reveal the snaps that meant the most…