What makes this shot so special for me is that it includes both of my grandfathers. The man in the white shirt, front row, is Cecil Munroe, who died before I was born. From everything I’ve uncovered since, he was a remarkably warm and affectionate man — and a natural storyteller with a fine singing voice.
Standing behind him are his second wife, my Gran, and her bachelor brother, Ernest.
Dad, in uniform, was on furlough.
Orphan George 