The rain is gently tip tapping outside, the sky is a heavy grey and the smell of salt from the sea is riding in the air. This rather grey weather seems to match my mood. I watched one of my best friends say Goodbye to her Gran this morning, I found it hard to fight back the tears myself as I listened to the tales from this incredible ladies life. I reflected on my time as a child, spending weekends on the farm with Steph and her Grandparents, such fond memories which feel so close that I could almost touch …
