A golfing tribute to Gramp – and introducing the next generation

Despite his best efforts to introduce himself to us extremely early, Albie never made it to meet his great-Gramp. It was around the 31-week mark when I made the two-and-a-half-hour journey back to Swindon for my Gramp’s funeral. It was a risk, given just three weeks earlier we had been warned to expect Albie’s arrival…

Treasured memories with grandparents

“You sound like you had a terrible childhood reading your blogs,” my Mum said during our visit to my old home of Swindon this week. Endless boring trips to Cornwall and DIY stores left her questioning why day trips she took my brother and I on had not got a mention. I had to laugh,…