old friends

There are some friends to whom, no matter how much time has passed, you will always feel as close as when you first knew them years ago. My friend Ross is one of those. I first met Ross at York, among a group of visiting students from the United States with whom I hung out, and had a lot of fun. With my academic work, I got to spend quite a bit of time in the US in subsequent years, and that meant I got to see Ross too. My research and my US trips stopped after my stroke, and I’ve not seen Ross since, but we have kept in touch, and it has meant a lot to me to do so. Ross is a physio, who specialises in neuro rehabilitation. He really understands what I have been through.

Here are Ross and I in York on a memorable day back in 1992 (that’s me and Ross sitting next to each other on the step).

I am wearing an oversized cabled cardigan hand knitted by my grandma. I’ve still got it!

. . . and (ye gods) here we are in Glasgow in 2024.

Ross and I share the same birthday. More than thirty years has passed since we first met. We live on different continents and an awful lot has happened in our respective lives. But Ross is still my birthday buddy – the brother I never had.

Ross was passing through Glasgow last weekend on a trip with his wife, Erica, and son, Jake, who Tom and I got to meet . . .

. . . and enjoyed introducing to Conic Hill, Loch Lomond . . .

. . . and two very naughty labradors

(I have honestly never seen so many discarded banana skins in one place – BOB was incorrigible that day).

It was wonderful to spend some time with my dear friend and his lovely family.

We must try not to leave it so long until the next time.


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