I was looking at google maps this morning to see where we could go on day trips. Leaning over me, Anna asked me to click on street view to see what our house and garden looked like. It was photographed in the summer of 2011, according to the time stamp, and what did I see? A simple shot, taken as the google car drove past my garden, but a treasured moment too: Marcel sitting in the garden chatting to my dad, who died a year later. An unexpected moment of normality sitting there on the Internet, waiting to be discovered.