|This is my grandmother, Lorna, on a Christmas day in Perth in the eighties. She came to visit us in Norway when I was little and did yoga and when we visited her she had a cat and a dog and lived by the beach and when we were apart she would send us parcels of books but then the parcels stopped coming and she remembered less and less every time we visited her. She died more than a decade ago. I had forgotten this snippet of video sent me by my Uncle Ted.
Isn’t she beautiful?