The Value of a Portrait to me

The damp feeling of the hallway carpet near the front door, the small gold tin in which my Grandad would roll his cigarettes, the old train set which stayed in a glass cabinet to the rear of the living room. These are all fond memories I treasure of my Grunny & Grandad’s house. The house which now belongs to my Dad, but what I’d love more than anything would be to visit it the way I remember it was almost fifteen years ago.