Coming - May 1st, my dad's 103rd birthday......

Bless his cotton socks!! 103.....crikey, just imagine.

Walking back from Ding Dong Tin Mine, 1969, I think..........
He knew his stuff when out and about..........most of what he knew was acquired from first-hand observation, years and years of hunting, trapping and catching rabbits, duck and fish.

Tell you what, though, I wouldn't mind a walk with him today.
 He'd love where I live and its access to the open, wild countryside.