Like Wilma, I have been feeling a little reticent to share as it feels a bit public, and Auntie Ann was so much to so many. The very fact that she has always been my “Auntie Ann” is because of the generosity of her and her family, including Granny Rogers and Auntie Liz and their families. They became family for my Mum and I, who had previously found ourselves a bit short in that department, until the Rogers sisters stepped in! I have been thinking back to the days when I spent the summers at Ledstone. When the barns had grain or lambs and Auntie was running the B&B, volunteering with Meals on Wheels, flower arranging and playing badminton, whilst being a farmer’s wife and mother. I remember walks to centry farm, first driving lesson with Auntie in the farmyard, the wash house with water puddling out of its door on a wash day, the many versions of Fly and Tiger, digging up potatoes for dinner, the Aga , meringues ( oh my goodness the meringues) , and eating horlicks powder from the pot ( auntie introduced this to me, selling it as ‘it’s like the insides of maltesers’- it is). And then as time moved on, so many gifts she gave in knowledge of people, life lessons, gardens, plants and more. Always direct, but with that smile and kindness, and a list of jobs at the ready. And questions, always inquisitive as to who was doing what and where. I remember her excitement when by chance I made friends with a Lidstone who lives close to me. And her quickly checking she had the right person in that branch of the family, which of course she did. So…. I still haven’t got the hang of smelling my own breath, with Auntie’s ‘Haaa “ method!!! ( does anyone else know what I’m talking about) Or her particular style of humming. Dearest Auntie Ann, with so much love of life and people. Oh my golly gosh, I miss you being there. And I am so very glad to have known you.