My lovely brother

One of my earliest memories is of holding my brother in my arms when he was born. It was the long, hot summer of '76 and he was quite possibly the cutest baby in human history. This is a picture of the three of us together (that summer) at my grandad's house in Farquhar Road, Edgbaston. To the left (just outside of shot) was my grandad's tourtoise (which Jim used to pursue endlessly just a couple of years later). Sigh! D.