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Iain - with Clan Gordon

After visiting Dingwall, and one set of grandparents, our next mission was to
Eaglesham, and the other set of grandparents!



Iain and granny Gordon



Iain and the Carricks (friends of Gordon family)



Iain wiggling with his cousins (age 6 weeks) (Iain, not the cousins!!)



Iain and Mattie Scobie (another Gordon friend)



Iain and Margaret Brown



On our way further South, to a Gordon family gathering, we stopped off
to visit our old friends Jon & Chris... and their daughter Meriel.
Jon & Meri wiggle, whilst...



...Iain has a well-earned nap!



Another stop: London - our old friend Sue, Iain on one arm, and
Ryan (son of another friend, Jackie Lynch) on the other.



Down to Portsmouth... Iain (two months old now!) with his uncle Andy
and auntie Mel



Iain and our beloved niece Cate, who was sadly lost to us
in February 2004



Another pic of Iain and Cate



Iain, Cate, and her big brother Tom.



Iain getting a cuddle from mummy


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Some appropriate lyrics from Runrig:

Always the Winner

When you close your eyes there's a frightened pride that lives for you
That your motherís life and your fatherís eyes can't hide
You had no choice didn't ask the dice too fall for you
Still your courage comes like thunder through the skies

Always the winner, the victor and the giver
Somewhere through that winter you'll never be alone
For evermore the winner
The taker and the giver
Somewhere through that winter you will not grow old

So you carry time down the tortured line where mysteries show
Well hidden from lifeís learned and lifeís wise
Mans useless ways and worthless conversation
Lie well exposed and humbled in your smile

(Chorus)

Still you run out in the morning with the boys and the girls
The miracle of innocence on a head of curls
We'll search every reason wherever we roam to find a place
For these broken hearts and bones

We'll keep a fire on the hillsides after the summers gone
And we'll wait here till the war-wounded come home

(Chorus)

(Chorus)