I head out of Paddington on the train regularly. My Mum is just outside Oxford, my business partner near Chippenham, my best friend in Cardiff. On each of these journeys I pass through Cholsey, a small village where generations of my family lived and where my Dad grew up. I do this weird thing of giving a little wave to the church where my Granny and Grandad are buried as we zip past. It’s five years tomorrow since my Granny died so today’s wave (or rather the photo I snapped in lieu of a wave!) felt particularly poignant.