i’d poke my head into the hole but all i could hear were echoes and i would feel all giddy standing there on the very edge. the only really earliest thing i could remember was this one day after we moved when it started snowing and my father took me into the garden. i ran round and round trying to catch it. the snow, i mean. it was nearly over the top of my boots. and i could remember daddy grabbing me and lifting me into the air. it seemed so high and i was laughing and screaming, and he was laughing. and then he hugged me really tight. and 