Sadly on Monday I lost my Great Aunt at the grand old age of 100 years and six months. She was a tinker, always a twinkle of mischief in her eyes and a good whisky buddy (and bad influence on my hubby - not that Alan protested much). She still had her fighting spirit to the end repeating her earlier choice words at the notion of entering a care home. We are travelling to Edinburgh for the funeral next Friday and although it is a sad time, I am looking forward to catching up with family but also my mums cousin has unearthed family photo albums which he is looking forward to showing us. He has also discovered his fathers war record which I am excited to read (and hopefully photograph). So why The Duchess, well the family name is York and my nan was known as The Duchess - a moniker we transferred to my Great Aunt and she was indeed a grand duchess to me.