Not quite sure when this was taken. I think it's around the time I was born, but it may have been earlier. This is the front of 8 Northfield Road as I remember it - aside from the yellow door, which I think was painted blue by the time I was old enough to notice it.

The rock that Grandad is sitting on was one that he'd found somewhere local and wheelbarrowed down to the house (this at least is the vague recollection I have of its origin). When Nan finally left the house and moved up the road to a ground floor flat, several years after Grandad had died, she got someone to move the stone too and had it placed outside her apartment kitchen window (I think partly because she knew how much I liked it).

As far as I know, that was its final resting place - it didn't follow her to the home she moved to near Cromer.

A few years after she'd died I went back and checked the apartment, and the rock was still there outside the kitchen window. But where it is in this photo is really where it belongs.

Nan and Grandad are probably not much older than I am now in this picture.