My Grandparents live in a farm house they built themselves when my Mum was little. Walking around the yard yesterday with Mum, I spotted a few of my favourite old hiding places, and remembered the hours I'd waste with my sister trying to hide from her; in the dairy, behind the green house, in the potting shed... The ship puzzle on the wall has been there for as long as I can remember, but every year the garden changes. My Nana is the most skilled gardener I know. Yesterday felt very nostalgic.