Alan – Humans of Avon and Somerset

Christmas morning, 1972. My brother and I were running around, chasing each other with cap guns, getting in the way of everybody. Then, there was a tremendous bang on the door, and it fell dark in the hallway as large silhouettes stood outside. My mum opened the door, and one by one they piled into the house, men who seemed like giants to the six-year-old me. They were all wearing big cloaks and…
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