I've just spent the weekend in Yorkshire, land of my 'roots', celebrating my Aunt's 90th Birthday.
She is remarkable, still as bright as a button and with a memory that puts mine to shame.
The cousins had organised a real family get together with 45 people. They were amazed that the southern contingent (Suki, Ben and I) actually bothered to come, and I was amazed that I recognised so many of them, since I hadn't seen most in 20 years.
Getting to know Ben was great too. Strange to have a nephew who is 29 and you don't really know. Now I do, and thoroughly approve.
To cap it all Suki put me in touch with Mike who I hadn't seen in 10 years. Good stuff.
I feel like the wind has blown Mary Poppins in the window.
