Double Edged

I like living on the edge of the world - at least - that's how it feels in a hefty sea haar.
In extra - a different kind of edge.
For those who remember the 70s
My little brother - not Barry whom you've heard me speak of - but 'the other one' - bit of a black sheep - nicked off to London to join a punk band back in the day - mohican hair, the lot - he's a canny bass player too.
Lived the life of a squatter for a while.
He has a flat back in Seaham now - this is a bit of his nostalgia - and just to complicate the image I just set up for you - he has recently celebrated the birth of his third grandchild :-)