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Whoo are the people on the beach There’s a mother and granddaughter paddling; grandma has just started saying “When I was a girl..” and the child is saying “ice-ceem, ice-ceem, me want ice-ceem”. Or maybe she isn’t a grandma, maybe she’s a grandpa and it isn’t a child but a dog, a dog who isn’t sure whether he likes the water or not. There are two people […]
MoreI have a story in my head, only in my head at present, about the Radwinter family; out and about in Portishead I came across this lovely property. I think it has been converted into flats, and one of them is for sale, but originally it was the Dockmaster’s House. It has the most wonderful views up […]
MoreA brilliant December day along Bridgwater Bay in Somerset. To the south are the Quantock Hills, to the west across the sea is Wales and to the north, beyond the peninsular of Brean Down, is Weston-super-Mare. Even Hinkley Point the nuclear power station (shiver) looks unthreatening in the glorious sunshine.
MoreAlthough we were not particularly well-off, our house was always open to my parents’ friends and acquaintances. My dad, Donald, was born and brought up in Cambridge and his parents lived at the Portland Arms Hotel, so he knew many, many people in the town. Donald had his youth interrupted by seven years of war, but when he […]
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Lois Elsden 