MOTHER'S PRIDE

Today would have been my Dad's 96th birthday. Here he is when very new in 1928 with his Mum, my Spanish grandmother who was known as Gar by all her many grandchildren and great-grandchildren. She was about 41 when Dad was born - he was her tenth and last baby, a breech birth. Sadly two of the others died in infancy and he never knew them. He was made a huge fuss of by his older brothers and sisters who were nearly grown-up by the time he came along and they all stayed very close throughout their lives.

He died in 2008, aged 80, and we all miss him every day.