I have spoken before of my Great grandmother, Nanna Peg, whom I visit from time to time. After another one of our tea and lemon cream dates, I took her photo albums with me. It seems almost improbable that 97 years, 3 children, 8 grandchildren, 16 great-grandchildren, countless overseas adventures and 2 world wars can all squeeze themselves into an old pick n pay packet. I can spend too many hours in an evening wandering through other people's memories. That's Nanna in the top left pic with my Dad; next to her is my granny Barbara with my Dad.