Grandpa

This is dedicated to the toughest, kindest man I ever met. My grandpa was ex army, ex mountain rescue and then worked as a stillman in Deanston distillery for the rest of his working life. He climbed a Monroe every week with my gran rather than go to church and travelled a lot. If he ever hurt himself or any of us hurt ourselves around him we were just to "grit our teeth and shout scotsguards" and that would be the end of it. Oh and he was also completely mental :) I'm glad to say it's where I get my craziness from.

He was very unexpectedly and suddenly taken away from us today. So here is my goodbye. I love you so much and will miss you everyday until i see you again.

"Teeth gritted" SCOTSGUARDS!!