There is something about the familiarity of the countryside around me as the train speeds towards Leeds from Manchester airport. Did I just blink away the last ten years? Did a part of me never leave this place? Time is not a factor that has any relevance here. The hills and valleys do not measure …
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Memories are made of this
When I look back to my childhood, it is in indistinct shades of grey, punctuated by regular splashes of colour. The colour is foreign in every sense, it bubbles with life and laughter, and its colours are pine green, lapis lazuli and Umbrian red. It rises around me in mountainsides and lakes, gilded churches and …
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