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HEROES

I imagine that every child has a hero in their family. One person who seems larger than life compared to everyone else. One person who doesn’t have the remoteness that most adults have.

I was lucky because I had two. One used to turn up with no announcement, be around for a few days and just as suddenly go off again – Uncle Ken, except he was my mother’s cousin, so not my uncle, but my second-cousin.

‘Uncle’ Ken was my hero, not just because he brought me a wonderful train set from Germany or his enormous moustache, but because his whole life seemed like one huge adventure and so much more exciting than ours.