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I returned to my childhood Devon holiday home to feel close to my departed father.

As a child, family holidays were often far-flung destinations thanks to my father’s job as a flight attendant for British Airways. We were lucky enough to stay in a luxury hotel near Sydney Harbour, explore the high-rises of Hong Kong and play on the beach in Barbados. But it was a small, down-at-heel cottage in… Read More »