Richard Morrison
Aug 06, 2020
3 minutes
The other day I came across some old photos of family holidays when I was a child. My goodness, they look grim. In all of them we seemed to be huddled against a biting wind, usually with black clouds overhead. Possibly the person holding the camera was shaking with cold, because the pictures are so blurry that our faces are almost unrecognisable. And at the very moment the shutter clicks, invariably a stray dog wanders into
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