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Our columnist fondly recalls her childhood Christmases – apart from the time the milk ran out!

I“’m dreaming of a white Christmas”: it’s a refrain that we’ve been hearing and singing for 83 years now. The probability of that dream coming to fruition varies by abode, of course, but is always pre

Now the clocks have gone back and we are deeper into winter, those of us who drive all year will undoubtedly find we are having to do so when it is dark – a fact that some of us won’t necessarily reli

STOW-ON-THE-WOLD, GLOUCESTERSHIRE

IT was about nine o’clock on a Friday night when we heard a vehicle pull up in the yard. You couldn’t miss it. I think it must have had a hole in its exhaust! Jip let the world know we had visitors. T