Matthew Hoffmann de Visme

I have been thinking a lot lately about conversations I wish I had taken the time to have with Grandad Michael (as I knew him), but it struck me today that I am also very grateful for the conversations we did have. A fond memory is the day Grandad met both my sons, and we spent the day in Knighton. My boys got to experience “Wales Grandad” very much as I did at their age, if perhaps a little more gently! There’s so much I could say, but really I am just glad that he was as he was, and I got to be his grandson.