A smooth, flat pebble skimmed across the sea, and I watched as it bounced on the water’s surface.
‘One, two, three…’ the boys counted in unison, as my dad, David, then 63, quickly scrambled around looking for another stone.
‘You’re such a big kid, Dad,’ I laughed.
But it warmed my heart seeing him play with his grandsons, Tristin, then 9, and Archie, 5.
Tristin had been 2 when I’d met his dad, Callum, then 25, back in 2016.
Since then, Archie had come along, and Dad loved being a grandad to both of the boys.
We all lived near the coast, and they’d sit on the beach for hours, spotting boats as he told them stories about his time in the Navy.
‘I served 23 years,’ he said proudly,…
