Me and Dad
Me and my Dad, as red as each other, in complexion and clothing. We had lunch at Walkers in East Ayton. His RAFA friend Rosie, who materialised out of the blue, took the photo. He's a crusty old dude with some dodgy views but I love him and we can still sustain a longish conversation, with plenty of laughs, tolerating each other's eccentricities. He's the one on the right, btw ... I hope to inherit his stick as I'll need one eventually.
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