Happy days

Remembering my wonderful dad who died 26 years ago. He was the first to introduce us to mountains...
This was taken around Loch Nevis where we walked from the head of the Loch to Bracorina. Dad was of that vintage who never dressed casually, always a tweed jacket and more often than not shirt and tie. We miss him.
My big sister Marilyn is on the left and I've obviously swiped the hat. Mum as ever behind the camera.