Ok, today’s offering isn’t technically brilliant (actually, if I’m being honest it’s terrible – I didn’t even get the whole picture in the shot!) and I didn’t take it today (it was only yesterday though) but it’s one of those pictures that is so full of memory (for me) that I just had to post it.

When I was a small person myself, my grandmother used to take me to the Horniman Museum on a fairly regular basis.  The one thing that I remember was an Indian sand painting.  I couldn’t remember whether it was an actual sand painting or just a reproduction of it or even really what it looked like, but my grandmother has a jigsaw puzzle of it that I can remember doing every single time I went to visit her for a long time.  I went back to the museum yesterday for the first time in years and when I walked in and saw this on the wall it brought such a strong surge of memories of my grandmother (who isn’t dead, it’s just that I’ve moved away and don’t see her nearly as often as I used to) that I almost burst into tears.

How strange the things that jog our memories are.