1960, outside his business on Ferry Road, Leith, Scotland.
My Grandfather – an awfy character. A Veteran of the Great War who survived the trenches in France. He was deaf due to the explosions of the artillery fire. He was a Master Slater, a multi-talented musician and could beat the socks of a bunch of kids at the fitba’. Used to sneak me mints after bed time, take me to the Hibernian football games at Easter Road – till he lost me one Saturday. Mother was not impressed.
Kodachrome slide film