One year later: more thoughts about my father

One year ago today, which happened to be Easter Day, my father Clive Brown died aged 82 in the early hours of the morning. I have written about this in three previous blogs – “48 Hours: my father and I“, “48 Hours: postscript” and “That Was The Year That Was“. But, if you will indulgeContinue reading “One year later: more thoughts about my father”

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48 Hours: my father and I

This is a true story and not a very cheerful one, you might think, though it does have its moments of redemption. On Good Friday this year I left Orkney for a month, my longest absence since moving here six years ago. I did not want to leave Orkney behind, or Mrs Brown (Kathie Touin),Continue reading “48 Hours: my father and I”

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