In 1991 my life took a rather dramatic turn. My Dad's job moved us from the quiet suburban life of Stratford Upon Avon, to a small island in the middle of nowhere the South Atlantic, the island of St Helena. For those who don't know this is the Island that Napolean was finally exiled to and he died there, though his body was later repatriated to France. I was twelve years old when we set sail for the island and during the voyage I made great friends with another young expat girl called Lucy. We were pretty much the only children on the boat and we remained great friends during our ...
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