In honour of my hero

My dearest grandfather, known to us as Bampy, would have reached the grand old age of 90 today. He sadly died of a broken heart last November, after suddenly losing his wife, my beloved Nanny.

Nanny and Bampy meant everything to me. I miss them desperately. We would speak daily on the phone, I'd share many of my thoughts or worries with them and I always dreaded the day we would lose them. I saw them most days while growing up and they both played a hugely important role in my life.

He was a wonderful cook. He iced and marzipaned our Christmas cake every year, I remember baking rock cakes with him all the time and he always cooked the main meal of the day.

He was an absolute legend and I ache at the thought he can't see his great grandchildren any more.

Therefore I would like to dedicate today's blog post to him, in loving memory of one of the greatest men I ever knew.

He was a very handsome, strapping man and people often mistook him for an Italian. My sister, particularly picked up his dark, exotic looks.

Cuddling me, I was just days old

Christmas was his favourite time of time.
He started playing carols in June. I am serious...

Nan and Bamps took me on holiday to Sweden when I was six.
To this day it is one of the most memorable holidays I've ever had.

We stayed in a log cabin in the middle of nowhere surrounded by pine forests.
I remember feeling like Heidi! I'd love to return to Sweden.

Celebrating the Princess's christening

Bamps was so proud of the Prince

 I have another photo which I adore, of Nan and Bamps, with the husband and I on our wedding day but it won't rotate at the mo so I will do it later.

Happy Birthday Bamps.

xx