I suppose that searching for your dead dad on the internet is an exercise in narcissism, or perhaps a desperate attempt to conjur him in some sort of guise, any one will do.
He loved computers and the internet and though he was an intensely private person, I think it would have given him a certain smug satisfaction to find himself.
Imagine my surprise when I found a copy of this image in an online archive. We had the photo at home for as long as I can remember but we didn’t know where or when the photo was taken.
Now we know. My dad in Roseburn (Edinburgh) Park on Coronation Day (1953 for those who don’t know) aged 11. He’s the boy Bisto Kid. The girl is Margaret Swan according to the archive.