Playing catch up with my daily photo project here. Photo 1 has been posted quickly followed by photo 2.
Aunty Edith and Ken paid us a visit in the week. They've never been to St Annes or Lytham before, their go to seaside jaunt has always been Cleveleys or Fleetwood where Aunty loves to sit looking at the sea while eating fish and chips.
For 93 years old she is remarkably sprightly and managed a good long walk along the prom and back again with just a couple of stops to watch the children on the boats and donkeys.
While the men went off for fish and chips we sat on the bench chatting when completely out of the blue she told me something about herself that nobody else in the family younger than her knows about. It's certainly not a skeleton in the cupboard but it was sad.
I don't know what made her tell me or why. It was a one liner and she moved the conversation on again straight away, but I like to think she said something because she'd like somebody to remember when she's gone.
In a world where sharing everything is considered normal, I feel privileged she shared something with me from her world where things were handled quietly and with dignity.