Remembering Jan Morris: ‘Sydney Opera House made me feel like an insect in an ice cream’
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Tim Morris recounts time spent with his late cousin, the writer Jan Morris, known for her portraits of cities, from Halifax to Venice and Oxford to New York
Oh what a joy it is to have lunch around the kitchen table of Trefan Morys with Jan, Elizabeth and their youngest son Twm Morys. Conversation over duck, new potatoes and Jan’s favourite, wild garlic salad, covered such diverse subjects as tales from the (still) Welsh-speaking colony of Patagonia, the building of nearby Snowden (King Arthur buried his arch-enemy, the fearsome giant Rhitta, under the summit for making coats from the beards of his enemies) to Elizabeth being a ‘runner’ for the architects on the original Wembley Stadium (how things have changed in a lifetime) to the Sydney Opera House.