Food and Memory - 

It is a snow day here in Dorset. There is a certain stillness to the house that only comes with snow. I knew as soon as I opened my eyes that it had fallen in the night. The tone of light was different, and the sounds that I usually hear were gone.

I’ve been told that the year my sister was born, it snowed so much you could walk on top of the hedges, and it didn’t melt for weeks. I was born two years later. In fact, I remember sitting inside looking out at the snow on my third birthday. I was given a small train, which I was holding in my hand at the time. The light was the same as it is today. This must be one of my earliest memories, alongside that of my sister and me sitting behind a curtain eating crisps.