Wilf

Thank you all so much for all the kind messages yesterday, on the occasion of my 1500th blip.

Unfortunately the day ended on a very sad note with a telephone call to say that Wilf, my best man at our wedding, had died.

The photograph was taken in summer of 1966 when we spent several weeks on Loch Shiel brashing trees for the Forestry Commission and anxiously waiting to see if we had a place in the final Honours year of our degree course. 

Farewell dear friend.