Some of my earliest memories are of family weekend jaunts, in the late 1950s, to Angus graveyards looking for our ancestors. 1970 - 90s my parents were often found looking through OPR's at the local Family History centre. When my mother died in 2001, I inherited their research, photographs and anecdotes.
What started out in 2001 as a labour of love, to finish my parents' research, has become an obsession. Thanks to resources on the Internet I have traced most of my family back to the late 1700s I can't get back any further and have now hit a "brick wall" known to all genealogists. I have also exhausted my supply of friends willing to let me investigate their roots, so it's time to use my skills to help others.
A lot of my time is taken up with the two canine tearaways that are very much part of my family life. Since taking early retirement, I have fulfilled a thirty year ambition and have become a Guide Dog puppy walker. Nikki has been with us since July and has proved a welcome diversion from family hunting. She and our beloved Fergus are often found sniffing around the kirkyards of Angus, just as I did in the 1950s.
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