When we were young, my nan would lead us out into the garden and we’d sit under the moon with candles. My dad would ask ‘Colleen, it's freezing out here - what are you doing?’

‘Making memories’ she’d reply…

My nan sadly passed away on Friday.

She lent me the knowledge of art and poetry as a form of beauty and intelligence. There was never a question of our equality with animals with her. She was passionate and fabulously flippant, never foolhardy, yet still believed the world full of magic.

She once told me a compliment unsaid remained a compliment unknown. So, here's a memory that's a compliment to her life and now you at least know it.