Hig, oh Hig, You were lovely in those days. However I have seen a recent photo, and unlike my good self, there has been some fading around the edges. Probably the weather in Lossiemouth. I hope the tatts haven't faded as much.
So Hig, you've really stayed in the Garden of Aden! All that greenery, that apple tree, hissing sid and.. er.. the desert.
I don't know why, but for some reason I expected you to be wearing a reefer jacket, white silk comforter, spats and an officer's cap, holding a picnic basket. You look much better as yourself! My sister was born the year you left Ark, in 1965.