"A long time ago a small boy and his elderly father entered the house of the father's widowed sister. The boy who was between two and three was duly hugged and kissed, and feeling lost in these new surroundings looked around at the simply furnished room. His aunt drew his attention to a small teddy bear sitting on a stool and he ran across and held it. This was his first memory of England, possibly his first memory. This was Berrow, a small town in Somerset, and I had come from the sticky heat of Burma. My English father had taken me from my Burmese mother and brought me to England to be raised...
