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As a child, Vicky Honour adored her grandfather’s tales of the second world war – how he’d crashed his plane and ended up living in a French chicken coop.

Vicky Honour

Saturday 31 July 2010

Then one day, years later, it dawned on her that his colourful stories were actually true ..When I was little, my grandparents lived in a house underneath a motorway flyover. Aside from the noise, it is the light I remember – strange, glowing tiger stripes on my camp bed from the street lamps, slatting through the blinds. Ethereal, sleepless nights of rumbles and flashes, yet I was never tired. Staying with my grandparents was an adventure and a treat – not a second could be missed….Continue Reading