House of Ticking Clocks

<p><strong>A tender kaleidoscopic memoir of a 1950s South-Coast childhood. </strong>Jinny Wilson gathers <strong>fleeting snapshots </strong>into an intimate portrait of family life -rooms alive with the <strong>ticking of clocks</strong> a Portsmouth convent's hymns and holy days and the wider world intruding with <strong>Suez petrol rationing</strong> <strong>polio vaccinations</strong> and <strong>London's Great Smog.</strong> Each year the family returns to <strong>Somerset farm holiday</strong>s swallows on the barns <strong>cider apples </strong>and evening <strong>milking</strong> picnics on Dartmoor and the dizzy freedom of fields and lanes. For readers of <em>Cider with Rosie This Boy </em>and <em>Toast</em> this beautifully observed memoir celebrates place belonging and time's quiet miracles.</p><p></p>