A day bursting with sunshine. I get to spend the first day of December basking on the beach on the laid back island of Lamma. It’s just two picturesque ferry rides, but a world away from the chaos and high rise of Tsim Tsa Tsui. No Partridge in the Pear Tree for me, just Cornwall’s own blonde version of Wild Swans. Hong Kong is now blessed with three new and outstandingly fair daughters, Tilly, born here on 19th July 2018, her Mama Aimee, and her Po Po aka Liz Rashleigh Mounsey.
In the book Wild Swans, author Jung Chan depicts a haunting and barely recognisable China. The country and the lives of the people are portrayed within the biographies of her Grandmother and her Mother, and her own autobiography.
Late into yesterday evening, I read another Chinese author’s social commentary masterpiece. Xinran’s comparatively slim but equally tear jerking ‘What the Chinese Don’t Eat’. The book was a lucky find on my walkabouts yesterday. Years ago I read Xinran’s book The Good Women of China and I knew her to be the founder of Mother’s Bridge of Love charity
The book, a collection of wry and observant short articles originally written for the Guardian, made fascinating reading but nothing could have prepared me for this. An article about abandoned Chinese daughters which left me weeping silently. Attached here for you to read if you’d like, but do have a tissue at the ready.
Ps. Realise it wasn’t Dec 1st. Genuine mistake. Not poetic licence.