The photographer’s muse

One of my Aussie friends is a photographer and many years ago I was a muse of sorts for his art. Last week he was sorting through some photos and found some of these old ones. Here they are, photos taken of me in my home about 15 years ago. Stewart is very talented and I have high hopes of a making a cameo appearance in one of his films one day, preferably opposite Benedict Cumberbatch.

We’re back in Aberdeen and I’m a bit sick, having picked up a bug over Christmas, but it didn’t stop me cycling to Newton Dee yesterday. Here’s a pic of me from yesterday looking a bit more wrinkly than I was in the photos above but I would say I’m happier and more confident. Getting older and having frown lines is a positive thing.


I dragged Grandad along for the ride and he seemed to enjoy it.