Ninety Five Years. Not a bad knock. 95 years. Let’s be honest, a tremendous knock. Been up in Scotland celebrating the life, and mourning the death, of my dear departed grandfather J.S. Crerar. Minor war hero, champion golfer, long-time Daily Telegraph reader and Sky Sports supporter. A kind and decent man who never had a bad word to say about anyone, and boosted his nine grandchildren to the last. It says much about the esteem he was held in that more than 100 people braved a driech Edinburgh morning today to pay their respects, particularly when almost all of his contemporaries are long dead.
Obituary in the Edinburgh Evening News
Apart from the sad goodbyes, a nice weekend in Scotland, taking my dear Granny Aline to Gleneagles for Saturday tea, baking in gorgeous mid-20s sunshine in Troon, and enjoying more than a few tasty feeds chez Mama. Photos here