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Don’t bring me sunshine: a week in the Surrey hills

I’m here to pick up the grandsons for their annual fortnight in France. And I’m thinking about the early weeks of the first world war

On tenterhooks: will my grandson’s passport arrive in time? Credit: Peter Macdiarmid/Getty
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