One of my earliest memories of Nan was in Hastings.

I was in Alexandra park with Nan and Mum to go and feed the ducks. I must have been just 3 or 4, something like that. I remember it was winter time.

As Nan put her hand out to feed them some bread from her hands a Swan came and took the bread...Thing is, it took her glove too.

I could not stop laughing and remember it to this day.