Dorothy Koomson - All My Lies Are True
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Location: The seafront promenade opposite Langdale Gardens
Transcript: We’ve come to Granny Morag’s beach hut. Technically, it’s mine, yes, but it doesn’t feel like mine. It’ll always be hers, even when I pass it on to Betina. This place was so much about Granny Morag and I like to think of it as hers because she was the one person whose belief in me never waivered, not for a moment. If I think of it as hers, then she’s still here with me.
The locks open up quite easily because Alain regularly brings Betina down here, especially now that we’re officially into summer. They had quite a cool little routine going without me, where he would pick her up from school and bring her to the beach before getting something for dinner. Serena marches in and sits on the left-hand side of the bench at the back of the hut. We painted the bench seat a bubble-gum pink to match the door colour that Betina chose so it’s like being inside a stick of rock in here.
