To continue the snowy theme, behind the seventh door is a snowman, back (I think) in 1984. The coat I am wearing was handmade by my Ma, and the hood by my Grandma. It was the era of the knitted snood, and Grandma had clearly given this one a Tyrolean theme. We built this snowman in the passageway between two houses, where the snow would often pile up — I grew up in the house on the right, and my parents now live in the house on the left. Above the snowman’s head is the familiar landscape of my childhood — the snowy banks of the Rochdale canal, and the Whip and Bourne factory, now demolished.

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