I have one or two postcards that were sent to my Gran by her father. They’re completely gorgeous. The cards are delicate and behind frames. The stitching is bright and the writing is lovely and it’s from the First World War. There are very few people left from the First World War, if any, so the writing takes on a greater meaning.

I suppose it’s because I love history but I prefer people that things like this mean so much to me. History that we can actually connect to is always going to mean something special.

I keep mine in a frame. But there will be more in pages…

Not long now.