I think it is fair to say my relationship with my home town of Fraserburgh has been stormy. I left there in 1982 an angry mixed up teenager. It has taken me over 30 years to see that it is actually a wonderful place. I thought I only had bad memories of it, but a school reunion showed me how wrong I was.
Moving on swiftly, Fraserburgh you have shaped me, you taught me and maybe now after a turbulent 50 years I can see what you mean to me and you mean a lot.
My granny is far left looking at me, she has the most fab hat on. I am the sulky one far left with pudding bowl haircut.
Oh dear here I am leaning over the crib giving some poor soul what for ....
Above is me and Mary outside my grans house, I caught up with Mary at the reunion and she has not changed one bit.
The best thing about the Broch is that it still holds my beautiful big Sis, always there to look after me, she added Mr Freud to the picture ...
Huge thanks to these lovely people for making the dream reunion come true.