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NOTHING said “home” like the kitchen of Nant-y-Bri Farm at breakfast time. Delicious frying pan smells hung heavy in the air and the scrape of cutlery on willow pattern plates indicated the family had

WHEN I first met Polly, I was a nine-year-old lad, who had been living in Nigeria for just over a year, yearning to have a parrot like other army families had. It was early December 1955, on a hot, du

HOW are you feeling today, Mum?” Anne asked as she kissed Elaine on the cheek and sat down in the chair opposite her. “I’m slowly getting there. But I’m still so cross with myself for taking that tumb

L AURA phoned her mother, trying to keep her voice light. “Hello, Mum, I’ve got a bit of news,” she said. “Hannah’s moving in with her boyfriend. “I need to either get a new flatmate, or try to find s

Reading Sam Pyrah’s feature ‘In search of natural wonders’ in the January issue, I can’t imagine she was standing close to her starling murmuration, or she would have mentioned the incredible noise it

I WAS browsing the bookshelf in a charity shop when I glanced up to see my neighbour outside, trying to come in. With his arms fully encumbered with a large bag, the door was proving difficult to open