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Camping in Scotland over years now passed, I remember the joy of walking back to the campsite from a good night at the pub and gazing at the stars, before climbing into a sleeping bag; luxury hotels were not for us (‘It’s the exclusivity’: the rise of London’s £1,000-plus a night super-luxe hotels, 20 October). Oh the bacon butties for breakfast, even though bacon was off the menu at home (Harrods’ £28 sandwich: we find out if the taste matches the price tag, 21 October). Wonderful holidays!
Helen Evans
Ruthin, Denbighshire
• My mother died 23 years ago aged 89, and is missed so much for her wit and fun despite hurdles in life. I bought a shrub. It immediately became Madge, and she and I often sit and chat, especially with tea and cake. It softens the grief (Twenty years after Mum died, I still don’t know how to mark the day, 22 October).
Jean Jackson
Seer Green, Buckinghamshire Continue reading...