Two weeks ago I had some bad news from my Dad to say my Nan had died. She had been ill for a couple of years following a stroke. I felt sad as I love my Nan very much and I am over here in Australia and so I couldn’t go to her funeral which was yesterday.

I feel happy when I think of my Nan, I loved going to see Nan and Grandad when I was a child and now I have some great memories. Well actually I get a warm fuzzy summers evening glowing feeling when I think my Nan and visiting Nan and Grandad in their house.

Some of my favourite memories I have of Nan and Grandad from when I was little.

Having Sunday afternoon tea with pickled onions (made by Grandad), ham, white bread, pickle, and trifle or ice cream for pudding and drinking fizzy orange.

Playing in the garden, climbing the apple trees, falling out of apple trees, sitting in the garden crayoning in, summers used to be so warm when I was little, I remember roses and flowers everywhere, hanging baskets, runner beans growing in the garden and tomatoes in the greenhouse.

We used to bike, skateboard or skate up and down the driveway, walk to the sweet shop or the park and on the way back go to visit Great Grandad. We used to go in the spare room which I remember being full of toys, in particual Mouse trap and Kerplunk were our favourites.

Our Nan had quite a few dogs through the years, the one I remember was Pip, a black labrador, I can remember his smell and playing paw with him and getting him to guess which hand the treat was in.

At Christmas Nan put up the tree and decorated it with the same baubles every year and I can remember looking at them for hours, or maybe it was the presents underneath

I remember Nans smile, her laugh, her dresses, her hair, her kind, caring nature. She was always good fun and I shall never forget Nan Farmer.