KEEPING MY BEST FRIEND’S MEMORY ALIVE

Pushing our toy pushchairs around the green in front of our houses, Sarah and I could have been sisters. We both had brown hair – hers was a short pixie cut and mine was longer and always fixed in place with a headband - and we had been inseparable ever since we’d met when I was two and she was four. Our houses were next door to each other in Leigh Park, Portsmouth, and our mums Lyn and Carole were best friends, too.

So when we moved away to the other side of Portsmouth when I was 10, I missed Sarah desperately. But our mums always made the effort to visit