Barbados, which went on to become a massive part of my life. I’d fly there to meet my parents and siblings as soon as boarding school in the UK finished each term, and it’s where we would spend our Easter, summer and Christmas holidays.
One of my favourite memories is of how I used to feel the moment my plane touched down on the island, the doors opened and I took that first step out to be blasted by the intense heat.
Growing up I knew every little nook and cranny of our holiday home. I used to hide under the floorboards or up on the roof and build dens everywhere.
My auntie owned a boat, so I was out at sea as often as possible. Whether I was fishing, water skiing or swimming, you rarely saw me on dry land.That property holds lots of.
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