In August 1969, my father came to Scotland for the first time, for a holiday. As well as seeing the sights of Blantyre, he enjoyed Arran where he went horse riding. My mother fell so in love with him and the rest is history. Here’s a photo of dad Josef Veverka on a horse in Arran. Only my father could go horse riding dressed like that!
I remember a few times dad telling me how beautiful Blantyre was back then, the parks, the David Livingstone Centre and how everybody made him feel so welcome.