A Double portrait of my father sporting a rather fine shock of snow white hair. This is an available light photo taken in 2009 at a Sunday lunch out in a rural pub.
You can’t really tell from the image but my father is struggling a little bit with the menu and theĀ unfamiliarĀ surrounding. I say struggling, because when this photo was taken he was suffering from a rare form of frontal lobe dementia called Pick’s Disease.
Born during an air-raid, in an isolation ward, to a mother suffering with scarlet fever, my dad was a remarkable man who had to overcome many hurdles just to have a relatively normal life. Nearly all these things happened to him before I was born so I’ll repeat here my uncle’s eulogy which describes my father’s life better than I ever could. Read more…

