I glimpsed a slim figure sauntering down the hall in a blue and white 1960s sundress, carrying a wicker basket.

‘Who would like to join me for a picnic?’ called my mother, returned to the beauty of her twenties – except it wasn’t my mother, but her grand-daughter (and my niece) AMF.

Later I spotted AMF and my sister J sitting down to listen to a talk. My sister was not amused when I approached the empty seat next to them and asked ‘Is this taken?’