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Last month’s thrifting expeditions included an entire day in Maldon with Mum – which yielded this gorgeous book which I remember from childhood:




Turns out, at the grand old age of 28 and a half… it still makes me cry. But it’s not as sad as I remembered – they were happy tears at the end.

Though I’m trying to reduce the number of books I buy, I couldn’t resist this one as it’s exactly the same binding I had when I was little.

What book from your childhood would you have in your adult library if you could?

With love and unicorns,


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