I just came across some old photos of my grandparents in the 1950s. I love seeing them as young people and imagining what their world felt like. Isn’t this a great photo! I think the story behind it is that my grandmother was telling the photographer off (perhaps her brother) for taking the photo before my grandfather had finished brushing his hair!

With my mother (crouching) and my uncle Alan. I love the expression on Mum’s face. In her own little world!

My grandmother, Hildegard, hanging up the washing with my uncle Robin. I love the atmosphere of them under the billowing sheets, with my grandmother bending down and them carrying the basket together.
My handsome grandfather, Richard! He wore his hair in this classic short-back-and-sides (with a side part) until the end of his life, in his 80s.
My grandparents were amazing people. So full of compassion and care for other people, and always busy putting  that compassion into action. My earliest memory of my grandparents is on a Christmas Eve when I was very young, sitting on my grandfather’s shoulders singing Christmas carols together at the local train station to raise money for homeless people.