many years ago sitting listening to you share memories of your childhood and one story will forever stick in my mind. 

We had been chatting about grass seeds and you shared that as children you would pick the arrow head grass seeds and prick them into your arm and watch as the seed wriggled into your skin, burrowing in as if in the soil. You could not recall ever removing the seeds! 

I almost crowned you though for telling this story infront of your young Granddaughter who was sat listening silently to every word and I had visions of her going hunting for arrow head seeds to copy her nan.