It was 1943. I was 21 years old, and in half of what they used to call a ‘sister act’. We were staying at an extremely plush hotel in Damascus.
I'd met my dancing partner, Pauline, while performing with a troop of Tiller Girls in at the Prince of
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WELSH WONDERS On a recent cold and blowy afternoon, I spent a few hours in a series of greenhouses, sniffing exotic scents and marvelling at the sheer abundance of flowering bulbous plants. I was just a mile from the National Botanic Garden of Wales