My grandfather Colin Wilson was a blacksmith in a town called Forres which is near Inverness, Scotland. Earlier this evening my dad emailed me some pictures taken in 1965 of himself alongside his father and brother, shoeing a horse. They were the only blacksmiths in town and had a street named after them. I don't have many memories of my grandfather but the ones I do have always involve horses. I wish I was older during our time together so I could have remembered more about him.
My grandfather is the man facing the camera. My dad is kneeling beside him.