I saw my beautiful Goddaughter whilst we were away. Her sister is about to start school and has been bought her school uniform by her own Godmother, my good friend Else, who when she started school had the same honour bestowed on her by her Godmother. It led me to thinking which time honoured tradition I would like to hand down to April. I don't have a Godmother from whom to take my lead, but reflecting on life, I thought of my grandmother and the relationship we have had through letters. She is now ninety nine and can still pen a beautifully crafted letter.
I can't remember the last time I wrote a letter, but it is my intention to start writing again, with pen, on paper: to April, to friends and to my Grandma from whom I received my love of letter writing.
