The Magic of Christmas: More Than a Myth
Moments in Time There’s something about our senses; how they can transport you to memories and feelings that sit, tucked away in your mind for years, decades even. A room scented with cigarette smoke is hardly desirable, or even commonplace these days, but if I ever get a waft of it, I am teleported to a special place! The lingering smell of Grandad’s cigarette smoke, counteracted by Nana’s pristinely kept home, and the seemingly constant aroma of roasting potatoes, and other comforting delights, provided the perfect concoction to engrain memories to last a lifetime. When we made the long journey to Westward Ho!, we’d look out for familiar landmarks along the way and once we spotted the sea from the brow of the Northam hill, we knew we were close. We’d slowly make our way down the long driveway as the gravel of the Royal North Devon Golf Club car park crunched beneath the wheels. The excitement never waned as my Grandparents would await us, along with their Golden Retriever, Tally...