The spine of the photo album cracks and creaks as Joanne Kyte smooths it open on the small folding table in her parents' kitchen.
Sunlight spills in through the wooden-silled window, on the other side of which her dog Alfie, a wiry black terrier, excitedly pushes fallen crab apples around the lawn with his nose.
"That's me there," she says, pointing at the fading black and white snapshot of a small child sitting on the knee of an older man leaning against a fence.
