I’ve written before
about my late great, great, great Aunty Nansi. I loved hear dearly
and was privileged to spend many happy summers holidaying at her
house in Hereford when I was a child. Every summer we would pack up
the car and set off from west Wales to stay at her house or caravan
nearby, spending days playing in her summer house in the garden or
racing our bikes along the country paths surrounding her home.
Being my great, great,
great Aunty she was already in the later stages of her life when I
was born and the only way I knew her apart from looking at old photos
was with white hair and a face showing years of adventures and
laughter.

Whilst she may have already been considered a senior
citizen when I was young she was in great health, apart from the odd
ache and pain that comes from a lifetime of hard work, and had a
great zest for life. What I loved most and remember ever so fondly of
our time spent together was the amazing stories she shared with me
from her lifetime - such as the days of hardship then triumph
during the war, her days in London working as a live in nanny and her
daily adventures from then.
