'BDR, Loule, 1990' is the simple legend on this picture that hangs in our front room. It was painted by my father, a self-portrait of the great man sitting, signature pipe in his mouth, in the sunshine in the Algarve on the Aston Old Edwardians centenary rugby tour. The picture used to hang in Holly Lane but Mum gave it to me last Christmas.
I cannot tell you how much I loved and admired the man. His dying years were blighted by the evil that is dementia, but he had packed in a mountain of living before that cruelty.
So that is it. Happy Christmas and may your god go with you.
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