Been back home in Yorkshire for a few days to visit Gramps. He's 95 and going (sort of) strong. Here he is hanging out his (massive) pants to dry. No internet for a few days. We went to the garden center in Shiptonthorpe for lunch today. He fucking loves it there. I got the fear a bit as it was full of other people in their ninties shuffling around. It was like Day Of The Dead. I'm so lucky to still have him around though. I want to photograph him as much as possible at the moment. For obvious reasons.