My granny and grandad

On a bench by the river Dart near Totnes, Devon. I have happy memories of my 'potty' granny helping me to fashion clay objects in her studio. I didn't know my grandad though - or even that he was primarily a musician (though I did take his name, which I hated at school for its strangeness, and now rather like for the same reason). Nor did I realise the age gap between them. Both together now though, with a lovely view.