A Little Story About What Makes a Memory Shine You know, there’s this rather lovely thing that happens when you’re out and about, especially if you’re a bit of a people-watcher like me. You’ll catch a glimpse of something, a fleeting moment, and it just sticks with you. Just the other day, I was strolling past a bustling high street jeweller, and I saw a couple – beaming from ear to ear, mind you – trying on wedding rings. The chap looked so chuffed, almost as if he’d just won the lottery, as he admired the way the light caught his future bride’s hand. They were clearly looking for something q...
