A Little Chat About Roots and Ribbons You know, there are some memories that just stick with you, don’t you think? Like a stubborn bit of glitter that refuses to leave your favourite jumper. I remember ages ago, my gran, bless her cotton socks, showed me an old photo album. Not one of those sleek, modern ones, mind, but a hefty, leather-bound thing with yellowed pages and corners that had seen better days. She pointed out a rather blurry picture of her great-aunt, standing proudly beside a rather wonky looking apple tree in their back garden, explaining how that tree had seen generations of th...
