Dad

There comes a time in most young boys' lives when they realise that their father isn't actually the super hero they once visualised him to be.
My father passed away just after my 14th birthday aged only 42. At that point in my life, he was still my hero.

An accomplished drummer, he spent 12 years in The Scots Guards, travelling the world, pole vaulting and fighting with ostriches.
This is him in Kenya.

I always thought that if I could be half the man my father was, i'd be doing well.

I aint even close.