Two of my favourite ingredients here: books about houses and the children’s author Joan Aiken.
We have just been saying goodbye to an old family home, where my Grandparents used to live, and where my mother Joan Aiken spent most of her childhood before she went away to school at the age of twelve. During her lifetime she had the good fortune to be able to go back there whenever she was in the country. Now, thanks to her writing, as in this piece from 1980, I can go there whenever I choose.
“When I was a child, I was lucky enough to live in a very beautiful place in Sussex, England. Our cottage, which was quite small, perched on top of a steep bank behind a gnarled laurel tree, and a quince tree which was covered with pink blossom in spring and quinces in fall. Once a woman came to the front door and wanted to buy the quince tree. Imagine…
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