The sun sets on the first day of the year...
Granny Heddle (6 May 1922 - 2 January 2006)
Sunday afternoon tea
Pavlova, packet mix cheesecake, trifle with patched up bits ready for a second sitting
Sausages in batter, cold beans
Bits of chutney on her chin
Sunday runs in the van
"Wife!" "Ach, weesht Edwin..."
Tattie picking having dinner in the old school bus
Mince and tatties
WRI and whist
The Croys coming to visit with their big knickers
Loud whispered gossip
Gallivanting all over the place visting folk
Knitted jumpers that always started to come apart at the neck
Phone calls to see I was still here
Washing hair in the sink
Rollers and setting lotion
Falling asleep in the chair
Lots of letters
Lots of love...