The memories, not the photo...

Today was a bittersweet day, so although the photo might not be much to write home about, it is a reminder of the memories. I left my Granny's house for the last time today. I checked the lights were out, and locked the door. This is my last photo as we drove off. 36 years of happy memories - which will stay with me even though I can't visit the house any more. Granny moved in when she got married in 1950; Grandad was the first of the original residents a few months earlier. The end of an era at the Thistle.