wooden blocks and easter egg hunts tow path walks and balancing on locks not just a house or a home but a bubble filled with joy and love boxing day chaos and running round the garden picking apples from the tree and performances galore a home but so much more scrabble by the fire and spinning on the office chair games round the table and the pitter patter of running feet a nanny and a grandad who have created so much joy carved out of love and care the place to be

In memory of my Nanna. Eleanor Roosevelt once said, “Well-behaved women rarely make history.” And that was my Nanna, in a nutshell. Her opinions were loud, her thoughts were bold, her stories full of noise, her love fierce, and never cold. She was the matriarch of the family, the leader of the pack, no one ever left behind— she always had your back. She loved both fiercely and quietly, in the smallest, clever ways: slipping money into your hand “just because,” she’d say. Your