My earliest memory of grandpa is from when I was around 6/7 years old. I was stood on a stool in the kitchen at their house in Hobbs Wall (probably shouldn't have been!), and he walked in, picked me up tightly, spun me round a few times and put me back down on the floor. He placed a kiss on my head with a bit smile. I don't remember Grandpa being an overly affectionate man, so I have always remembered this moment

Granddaughter Helen x