The children’s novelist and screenwriter on pubs, green spaces, childhood memories and those ubiquitous watery views
As a teenager I spent my Saturdays walking up and down Bold Street. Back then it was music shops and secondhand clothes; now it’s mostly independent cafes and restaurants. Bold Street swaggers down from Saint Luke’s church to the centre of town. Hollowed out by a bomb, it’s a reminder that broken things can still be beautiful, and valuable.
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