After two holidays during my childhood at a big manor house called Kenegie, near St Michael’s Mount in Cornwall, and a third holiday there when I was eleven, we returned when I was sixteen, in 1961. We found that the family hotel had expanded, and there were three or four blocks of chalets in the grounds. I shared a chalet with my grandmother, and my parents had a chalet in another block. This was to be my most memorable holiday with the parents.
I was a bit of a rebel by that time, and during the first few days I Read the rest of this entry
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