A visit

This morning I had a visit from Jane, she the daughter of an old friend, Jessie who died when she was in her 90s about 9 years ago.

She's starting to look more and more like her mother and although a little shy, didn't mind me taking a photo of her.

It was nice to remember Jessie, all the wonderful stories of her posh upbringing and how Jane went off to India on her own, by train and bus, through places like Afghanistan & Iran. How the world has changed.