Did everyone's nan have a massive bag with just about everything known to man, Tardis-like, inside?
My favourite nan memory was during one of the 70s heatwaves - on a day out in Rhyl - With a big coat on, headscarf, and in my minds-eye a scarf and gloves - although that can't be true - ha ha. And we spent an inordinate amount of time in Woolworths and not letting us go to the arcade