After dinner Amber and I would listen to Dad read us stories. Within a few months he’d read us Robert Louis Stevenson’s Treasure Island, Lewis Carroll’s Alice In Wonderland and J.R.R.Tolkien’s The Hobbit. It was amazing, they have stuck with me ever since.
I remember hearing the first chapter of The Hobbit and thinking it sounded just like our place at Christmas time. People would seem to continually keep turning up at all hours.