My Balearic summer, 1988. The second summer of love. Two weeks on a beach with my toes in the Mediterranean, dancing. My brother having a tantrum about his Calippo on the sands of Cala’n Blanes.
Voyage Voyage was everywhere that summer. I was ten. We were in Menorca on our first package holiday with my mum’s boyfriend, Glyn. (Two months later, he asked…
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