Dad was a joiner by trade, he built our family home when we lived in Inverness and the one here in Perth. I moved into my home about 18 months ago and he completely transformed it. He was diagnosed with melanoma, but even when he was having radiotherapy, he’d be in the attic, laying floorboards inbetween treatments. When my brother and I were in our 20s, he’d be forever out helping our friends on their first homes – laying floors, fixing things for them. Nothing was too much trouble. He was a perfectionist – he wasn’t satisfied until the job was finished and every single part of it was perfect.

Mum and Dad met when he was a joiner and went to fix something at Caird’s Department Store where she worked. They were married for 47 years and were so happy. They had a caravan and went off for weekends around Scotland and further afield. He also loved to make the best use of his bus pass to travel around and they were just really happy. They’d walk, find the best cafes, hunt down stunning views.

Dad had three grandchildren, Andrew's kids; Tyler, Arran and Ellie, who doted on their grandad and he loved them and they’ll miss him so. I found a recording the other day, of Dad singing a song with Ellie. They’re making up lyrics and singing songs, making each other laugh and laugh. This is how we want to remember our beloved Dad.