Talking with my father
For most of his life, my Father has worked and farmed the same area of loam rich land, in the undulating Howe of Strathmore, deep in rural Perthshire. Agriculture has been core to our family for countless generations just as medicine, academia, high finance or public service has for others. As a son of the soil his life has been shaped by the vagaries of the weather and politics of the day. He has watched his children grow, celebrated births and weddings, mourned the passing of close friends and the tragic death of his first Grandson. And like many of his generation, he has done so with a stoic good grace, and fortitude of spirit, that I and others of my time can only aspire to. My overriding memory of my Father will always be of an unrelenting and hard working...
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