My father passed away last year and what I treasure from his side of the family is the photo of his great grandfather, taken after saving lives in a mining disater, the photo of his grandfather and grandmother when they went on the Ykon gold rush, the photo of his father standing on the ship of which he was a captain, which was sunk in the war and the photo's of my father - one when he is playing rugby for his country, the other taken during the second world war when he is looking so young and handsome in his uniform.

On my mother's side I have the jet beads that her grandmother always, in every photo of her you can see them, wore, I have my grandmothers bakestone. 20 kilos of blackened steel, that still mkae the most majical Welsh akes, but for my mother, thank goodness I have as yet no keepsake, I have her.