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“My mam and dad met when they were 14, at the local swimming pool. It was the beginning of the Second World War, so my father went off to the navy, and mam wrote to him for the four years he was away. This was how their relationship grew; through the letters. She left over two thousand letters for me when she died last year. I don’t think there could be a more beautiful memory of their relationshi.