Monty Halls on how his family fell in love with Galapagos Islands
The girls didn’t look at me as I tiptoed into their bedroom. Isla and Molly were lying stock-still in their beds, eyes swivelled upwards and covers pulled up under their chins. ‘Morning Daddy,’ said Isla, very quietly indeed, without averting her gaze from the ceiling. Perched directly over their heads like a hairy glove puppet … Read more