let’s hear it for the nannas

A couple of grand old dames:

My nan. No one played the walking-sticks as a violin quite like her. Especially when dressed in her bathers, a towel, and her dreadful straw sun hat. It was her swimming hat. You’d never have guessed that she had worked in a hat shop for over thirty years, every time she put on that little number… It does rather give her the halo of a religious icon though. Or even that of a Wandjina. I kinda like that.

Chloe’s nan. See Wend? That’s how nans are supposed to behave…