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Here's the second instalment of my memoir - 1953 In My Father's House. II Introducing a new character

So there I was, on the threshold of my father’s house in the first days of 1953. It is situated on a wide avenue that divides Brighton from Hove. At the top of it you reach Devil’s Dyke and the Downs. The houses are set apart from one another, Edwardian, solidly built and moneyed. His comes with a fair amount of land, perhaps half an acre in all, on a slope, exposed, getting the full force of any wind blowing off the sea, a grey strip of which you could just glimpse, on the days you could distinguish it from the sky, far below over the housetops.................


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