A note from the editor
It’s almost a year since we sold our family home – the place that my parents both lived in until the day they passed away, and where my brother and I grew up. It was a special home to us, a lovely house with a glorious garden, where we created so many happy memories over the years, both as children ourselves and with our own children, who loved spending time with their grandparents. As we head into this new year, I am poignantly reminded of the old garden and how – in the midst of winter – my father would focus our minds on the timely arrival of the crocuses in the orchard, marvelling at their determination to push their way up through the hard soil, smothering the ground so that…
