ILLUSTRATIONS BY CLARA NICOLL
I have spent 21 Easter holidays in the same cottage in south Devon. My parents first took my sister and me there when I was four and she was six. In my memories, it is the place where my childhood happened. I may be sitting on the shabby sofa in my London flat, but when I close my eyes, it is to that cottage that I am transported. I am walking down the cobbled path lined with daffodils towards the front door, knowing that a plate of scones sits inside on the dining table and ahead of me is a week of spring sunshine.