John, Jan, Demi & all the family, a little poem for you all ❤️ I remember Margaret coming down to Eyemouth & we had many laughs sitting along the bantry in our wee camping chairs ! The last memory we had was when we were going a day out on the sesh & Raymond was battering on the door to get jan n John Margaret came to the door”bloody hell I though it was the police the way you were knocking” ????