My sister and I were very lucky to have grandparents who lived in a small cottage on a countryside estate. As children, we would spend occasional weekends there without our parents. We would explore the fields, build bridges and splash in the brook or go on woodland adventures. I’m sure my grandma never let us out of her sight but she gave us enough autonomy to discover how we can use the great outdoors as our playground. I recently went to visit them with my two boys. As soon as I stepped out of the car, into the soft and gentle countryside, I could feel my mind wander back to…
I hoard sentimental clutter. I kept a candle for 20 years because my friend gave me as gift from her holiday in Marrakesh. I refused to chuck it out even after it had melted when I left it next to a radiator. Soft toys from my childhood, old school projects, souvenirs and even birthday cards. I have a book full of ticket stubs of special places I have visited or gigs that I went to. Pebbles from beaches, plane tickets, Spanish pesetas, travel books from 2007. Anything that holds a precious memory I am pained to give up.