Dear Nan I have so many fond memories of you...Dom and I being met in the plane in Switzerland, smiles from cheak to cheak, going on adventures in the Alpes. Grandad having to put the chains on his lader... Buying hundreds of winded up planes, playing ball and table tennis with laughter and love ... The moments of "bloody hell..." "What's this rubbish..." Always brough a rye smile to me...not forgetting your cornish pasties, the best ever with a dolop of brown sauce. Nan you will remain in our hearts forever...see you again Nan...J