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Bath in Spring

It would appear a party trick of mine is missing the blossoms each year. When I was a teenager living in Cornwall I took them for granted - they grew in all the hedgerows surrounding my parents' garden. If I was feeling especially playful I would pluck a few on my way to the bus and pin them in my hair (this was about the time when my style met somewhere between Alice in Wonderland and Florence Welch, I had a lot of fun with clothing in sixth form).