Liza Martin-Pope

When the memories come, its like a wave…

Sat in the warm night air of Abu Dhabi.. The memories of the past in England are like fragments of images smells and feelings that just arrive unannounced. They are so vivid and the happiness fear and sorrow they invoke is overwhelming and so difficult to accept that I often cannot put them away. ItsContinue reading “When the memories come, its like a wave…”