To get photos of my Dad, you had to catch him when he wasn’t looking. Otherwise, he would hide as he has done in one of these photos – behind a hat. But I took the photo anyway!
Even though the number of photos I have is few, I have lots of memories. Dad farmed for all of his life; he loved rugby and his family.
Another keepsake I have is this letter he wrote to me, in red pen on a torn out piece of paper from an exercise book, over 40 years ago. The only letter he ever wrote. Ever. I felt very special.