Of all my happiest memories, the garden of the house my grandparents lived in when I was growing up, is the place I remember with the most peace and joy. Oaklands. I spent weeks there, most often the only grandchild staying, caught up in a private, solitary world of my own imagination. I was the […]
Collections
In the book I’m reading, The Hare with the Amber Eyes, there is a description of the collection of Netsuke it is all about falling into the hands of a family where the little ornaments are played with by children each night. They are taken from their mirror backed, glass vitrine (cupboard) and handed about, […]
Friday Club: A Favourite Childhood Memory
In a basically secure childhood, it should not be so hard to think of a favourite memory. I had to dig deep and think hard. So much of childhood is defined by me as school; the homework, the bullying, the boredom, the lack of satisfaction and isolation, the shouting in the morning as we tried […]
