I’m thinking of holidays, again. A warm heat, lazy afternoon tiredness, barefoot in the sand, ripe tomatoes and peaches, exploring the village sort of holiday. A proper trip away from it all. When I was an angsty, feisty teenager our parents took myself and my brothers on a summer holiday to Austria. At the time I dreaded being pulled away from my f…
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