This is Dad when he came to stay with us in France in 2018.
And here in 2014.
Same cardigan, I think.
On his 90th birthday.
In Chinon in September 2012, at the tender age of 83.
My father passed away peacefully in his sleep last night. He had been in hospital for three weeks after falling in his apartment, then he was transferred to a care home where he lived for just one more week. He was 93, and in fact was just four months short of his 94th birthday.
He had been an officer in the Royal Navy, was a gifted design engineer, an accomplished pianist, a writer and, of course, a caring husband, father and grandfather.
R.I.P., my dear old dad.