Quintin Jardine's blog

Twin blasts from the past, half a century ago. Christ, we’re old. Of course I’m me. Who else would I be? I remember you well from those days, when the west of Scotland moved east for the month of July. Much of my childhood was spent huddled behind a windbreak on the Donkey Beach, which I can now see across the water, every time I walk my grand-dog. (If you want to meet him, look me up on Facebook.) I’ve lost touch with everyone from those days, the survivors, that is. Robin Austin died in a plane crash in 1968, and my friend Kenny Crawford, whom you might also remember, left us about fifteen years ago. I haven’t seen Charlie Shearer in that time either. What took you to Saint Lucia, Joan? A friend of mine is from that island.