Sharing the crack with my father last night and conversation moved to my uncle who passed away on Sunday morning at a decent age. Dad talked about how his brother had got polio at a young age and how my granny had to take him in a wheelbarrow to the doctors...a different time but not that long ago. The title of the photo sprung to mind as they used to live at Tore...a wee place on the Black Isle in the background of the shot.
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