Cultureshock

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When I was little we lived in a terrace with a backyard. There was no grass anywhere nearby but sometimes on a Sunday we would get the bus and go to my Grandma’s.

Grandma lived in the country, she grew her own vegetables and fruit and kept chickens and we could go to the farm next door and see horses and pigs.

At the back of the farm was little dene with a stream running through it. If the weather was nice Grandma would pack sandwiches and we would all go down to the dene. I remember wild yellow iris used to grow there and my sister would hold a buttercup under my chin to see if I liked butter. We put our bottles of lemonade in the stream to keep cool and I used to have a little net to fish for tiddlers.

Afterwards we’d go back to Grandma’s house, she didn’t have electricity, everything ran off Calor gas. She was a wonderful cook and we used to sit round a big table eating fresh baked pies with the gas lamp sputtering.

These things remind me of going to Grandma’s – the wooden candlesticks she kept on her mantelpiece, which now belong to me. The Imperial Leather soap she always used. The funny binoculars that she used to let me play with that had postcards of places all over the world. I still like growing things but I know I’ll never taste pies like Grandma used to make.