Grinshill

Must be 25 years or more since I've been to Grinshill.  Felt a bit like when I went back to Cirencester, I don't remember it exactly but it still feels familiar like I know the place.

back to Wem

Unfortunately Aunty Marge is no longer with us.  These photos were taken about 2 years ago and just a year before she died at the age of 99.  She seemed bright and full of energy and conversation the last time I saw her and was still living by herself in her cottage in the woods.  Going back for the first time in 20 years brought back childhood memories and we talked about one thing I remember about her well, her love of snooker of which there is a recording below.

On the same day we payed a visit to Sid, I don't think I'd been to the house since before my Gran died but everything was just how I remembered it.  The same furniture was all in the same place, the same ornaments and photos and it even smelt the same just how I remember it as a child,  it was as if the house had been suspended in stasis which felt strange but also reassuringly welcoming a bit like when you first get back home from holiday.

Sid and me