This day, ninety two years ago, my mum was born. Here she is, sitting on the stile into the cider orchard after taking a walk down Brim Hill. Virtually house bound nowadays, it was quite an adventure for her but she was adamant that she wanted to have a walk, unaided, to see the orchard again. More a true Maidencomber than many, happy birthday Mum.
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