Bexhill-on-Sea
My Aunt Beryl taught me to love books and paintings. When I’m at a loose end in London, lonely, or even rather boozed up, I still nip into one of the galleries she raised me on to say hello to pictures that have been my lifelong friends.
Beryl never missed birthdays and Christmas, she wrote postcards and adored her nephews and nieces.
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