Only the other night I was looking back thru some old family photos when I stumbled upon two similar shots spaced about 30 years apart. Both involving my dad. The first one is of little ol’ me on the frozen beach at Stonehaven (As you can see, I’ve inherited my dad’s knobbly knees) and the second one is of my son Harris on the frozen beach at Portobello. Both, needless to say, taken at the height of summer. Don’t worry folks, my father doesn’t have a back complaint or severe spinal injury of any kind. Although we tend not to take him down the promenade too much these days just in case.