I hadn't realised it until now , but it’s probably no coincidence that my last post was about our trip to Norwich, a city I’ve loved since studying at UEA. I wrote, then, that coming home was a hard landing, a feeling that took me completely by surprise as it’s been such a privilege to live in this beautiful, remote spot on the very edge of the west Wales coast. A trip to Skye at the end of October - Tom’s choice - with Ma, was a truly lovely holiday. The weather was kind, the colours of those breathtaking seascapes will stay with me, as will all the happy memories we made that week. And, because our small cottage had been so beautifully modernised and worked so well for the three of us, it was easy to imagine what it might be like to live somewhere different. If travel doesn’t broaden the mind, it certainly brings a new perspective. By the end of the year, Tom and I had decided that it was time for a change, time to move closer to a town (we are neither of us, as they say, getting
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PS Hope Big Project is going well - keep those writing pants on.
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I especially loved what you said about finding your father's fingerprints on his LP collection.
I'm researching my great-grandfather who died in Cardiff in 1922 at the moment, and been looking up where they lived there too.
Hope the Big Project is going well. See you soon.
Jeanne x
What, though do you do with old records that have sentimental value but aren't really playable (even if we had something to play them on?
Thanks very much for taking the time and trouble to read the article and comment. I'm sorry not to reply individually but, Sheepish, my Writing Pants are still on fire so I'm feeling the force and racing to the finish!
And best of luck with the project.
May your ink never run dry...
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