Gran summoned me to Hastings for a day.
A diminutive lady, her eyes still twinkle with intelligence. There’s almost sixty years between us, several lifetimes as far as I’m concerned, yet she remains spritely and alive. She talks and talks, and with ninety four years of memories I listen.
We sit in her lounge. [...]
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