This last week I did family portraits.
From my paternal grandfather, via even our budgie, to my little sister.
All week I have been looking for a photo I must have somewhere of my maternal grandmother, already a widow, in the garden with her four young children.
She was the only grandparent beside my grandpa on whose lap I have sat as a baby.
I have no memories of her.
And my grandad died when I was a toddler.
It is strange to realise how little experience I have with grandparents, now I am a grandmother myself!