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  • It was the tradition of my family to take at least one week’s holiday in the summer.

    My parents originally met in a youth group in central London. Their group leader arranged for them to travel out of the narrow closed city streets of London and camp out in the countryside every month. This was their idea of heaven.

    So it became the tradition of our family to have at least one week’s holiday out of London and as close to the sea shore as possible. My father loved to get involved in all the activities available. Even though he was a very shy man he would dress up and do impressions of famous people. This photo shows him mimicking Liberace a flamboyant pianist famous in the fifties.

    I grew up with the tradition of working hard in the city to earn enough money for just two weeks in the sun an important break from the dreary hours of a routine job.
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