{"id":6041,"date":"2022-11-05T15:26:56","date_gmt":"2022-11-05T15:26:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/?page_id=6041"},"modified":"2022-11-23T16:58:32","modified_gmt":"2022-11-23T16:58:32","slug":"daddys-photos","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/?page_id=6041","title":{"rendered":"Daddy&#8217;s Photos"},"content":{"rendered":"These photos are from a photograph album of my fathers (Hugh MacCuish Ferrier) that I came across whilst clearing out my parent&#8217;s home before it being sold. There is a huge poignancy about these old pictures.\u00a0<br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page1_1.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" data-wp-editing=\"1\" width=\"569\" height=\"896\" \/>My grandfather (Hugh MacCuish who took the name Hugh MacCuish Ferrier) with probably his daughter Margaret. She died when she was five. He died when I was two but I have no memory of him. He is a really good looking fellow in his sailor&#8217;s uniform.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page1_2.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"672\" height=\"1034\" \/>My Auntie Mary (Mary Ann), my dad, my granny (Chirsty MacKinnon), my grandfather and my Auntie Chrissie (Christina McKinnon Ferrier)<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page1_3.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"614\" height=\"970\" \/>My grandfather<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page1_4.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"595\" height=\"667\" \/>My grandfather in Greenock<br \/><br \/>My grandfather was born in Strond, Harris. He moved to Greenock for work where he spent most of his working life on tugboats on the River Clyde. I know that for a while during the war he worked in a torpedo factory. I presume the following pictures are of boats the he worked on.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page2_1.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"558\" height=\"771\" \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page2_2.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"592\" height=\"847\" \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page2_3.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"483\" height=\"671\" \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page2_4.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"651\" height=\"496\" \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page2_5.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"495\" height=\"689\" \/>My grandfather<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page2_6.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"595\" height=\"437\" \/>Auntie Mary and my grandfather\u00a0<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page2_7.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"463\" height=\"579\" \/>Auntie Mary <br \/>I never knew her. She had died before I was born.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page3_1.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"527\" height=\"834\" \/>My granny in her younger days. She came from Cluer, Harris. Both my grandparents were born in black-houses.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page3_2.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"509\" height=\"681\" \/>Auntie Mary and granny.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page3_3.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"528\" height=\"734\" \/>This is how I remember granny in her home on Pennyfern Road in Greenock. That was her chair beside the radio. When we were there there was not much to do. We were not allowed to do this and that. We were not allowed to whistle on Sundays! She would listen to a service on the radio and as the organ music would play at the end she would say &#8220;now lets dance&#8221;. That was the good Free Presbyterian in her.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page3_4.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"470\" height=\"486\" \/>Granny<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page3_5.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"499\" height=\"524\" \/>Auntie Mary<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page4_1.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"496\" height=\"843\" \/>Auntie Mary<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page4_2.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"505\" height=\"627\" \/>Auntie Mary<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page4_3.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"652\" height=\"880\" \/>Auntie Chrissie with a friend<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page4_4.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"570\" height=\"411\" \/>This must be Auntie Chrissie, granny and Auntie Mary<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page4_5.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"470\" height=\"659\" \/>My dad<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page4_6.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"530\" height=\"726\" \/>My dad<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page4_7.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"388\" height=\"499\" \/>My dad with Auntie Mary or Chrissie<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page5_1.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"501\" height=\"791\" \/>My dad<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page5_2.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"483\" height=\"648\" \/>My dad<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page5_3.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"555\" height=\"405\" \/>My dad with some pals<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page5_4.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"541\" height=\"393\" \/>My dad is on the left<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page5_5.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"570\" height=\"417\" \/>My dad at the back, granny in front and probably Auntie Chrissie in front of her. My mum says that Auntie Mary is on the right and Auntie Chrissie in the middle but they look too old compared to my dad. It certainly looks like Auntie Chrissie. She was just lovely. She always called me her favourite nephew and I was really proud of this until I heard her call Billy and Roddy the same.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page5_6.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"422\" height=\"604\" \/>My dad<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page5_7.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"416\" height=\"590\" \/>My dad<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page6_1.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"543\" height=\"705\" \/>John Mackenzie on the left and my dad on the right. They were great friends since youths in Greenock.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page6_2.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"481\" height=\"558\" \/>Again my dad on the right<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page6_3.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"490\" height=\"647\" \/>My dad &#8211; a really nice looking youth. He has a good face.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page6_4.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"511\" height=\"788\" \/>My dad<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page6_5.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"586\" height=\"416\" \/>My dad is on the left. Vira Maclean is on the bottom right. They used to go to a big house in Tighnabruich with the Christian Endeavour. A lot of folk of daddy\u2019s age were converted in Greenock around the same time (Liz, thanks for that info &#8211; if we don&#8217;t get things like that noted it will vanish).<br \/><br \/><br \/>During World War II my dad was conscripted into the Royal Navy as a radio operator. He trained at HMS Royal Arthur before moving onto destroyers and then motor torpedo boats. There was a choice of volunteering for submarines or motor torpedo boats. He thought he should volunteer and went for motor torpedo boats thinking they were safer. Statistically they were more dangerous. The captain of the boat he was on wanted every dangerous mission he could get. They would race across the English Channel release their torpedos onto the designated target and then race back for port. My dad told me he would get very sick in the radio room on these missions. He kept a bucket beside him and ate dry bread. He took the message saying that Germany had surrendered.\u00a0<br \/><br \/>Daddy is on the back row fourth from the right in the following photo.<br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page7_1.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"805\" height=\"621\" \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page8_1.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"526\" height=\"814\" \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page8_2.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"515\" height=\"831\" \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page8_3.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"476\" height=\"762\" \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page8_4.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"718\" height=\"465\" \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page9_1.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"461\" height=\"549\" \/><br \/>My dad<br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page9_2.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"681\" height=\"560\" \/>My dad in the middle<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page9_3.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"583\" height=\"436\" \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page9_4.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"774\" height=\"488\" \/>My dad is on the middle row on the extreme right<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page10_1.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"543\" height=\"425\" \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page10_2.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"547\" height=\"343\" \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page10_3.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"543\" height=\"296\" \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page10_4.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"547\" height=\"359\" \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page11_1.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"649\" height=\"418\" \/>Hector Sutherland, Uncle Hector (Hector Cameron) and my dad<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page11_2.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"619\" height=\"392\" \/>Fred Leahy (at one time engaged to Auntie Chrissie) , Uncle Hector (Hector Cameron) and my dad<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page11_3.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"519\" height=\"333\" \/>Auntie Mary, granny and Auntie Chrissie<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page11_4.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"519\" height=\"857\" \/>Professor G.N.M. Collins, unknown and my dad<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page11_5.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"540\" height=\"899\" \/>Granny, my dad and Auntie Mary<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page12_1.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"359\" height=\"570\" \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page12_2.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"368\" height=\"593\" \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page12_3.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"562\" height=\"362\" \/>Annie and John Mackenzie (he was a great friend of daddy and became minister in Kiltearn)<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page13_1.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"495\" height=\"712\" \/>Auntie Mary with Katy Cameron<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page13_2.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"484\" height=\"704\" \/>My mum (Georgina Margaret Cameron) outside the house at Newhall.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page13_3.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"618\" height=\"887\" \/>Mummy with Dolly Maclennan.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page13_4.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"619\" height=\"910\" \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page13_5.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"514\" height=\"518\" \/>Mummy, Auntie Anna (Anna Lois Mackay &#8211; she married Uncle Hector) and Margaret MacIntyre, Mull, who was also a student. Her father was minister in Mull and she had a brother Willie who also became a minister<br \/><br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page14_1.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"432\" height=\"601\" \/>My mum<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page14_2.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"564\" height=\"390\" \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page14_3.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"530\" height=\"419\" \/>Daddy&#8217;s induction to Golspie. Uncle Hugh (Hugh Gunn) to is on the right and John O, Sotherland&#8217;s father is facing us on the left.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page14_4.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"595\" height=\"371\" \/>My mum, Auntie Mary, granny and Auntie Chrissie<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page14_5.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"611\" height=\"490\" \/>Rev. Macleod, Dornoch, and his wife. He baptised both my dad and Elizabeth.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page14_6.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"573\" height=\"453\" \/>Again this is the Golspie induction. Rev. John Macleod the evangelist is beside daddy. The &#8216;High Priest&#8217; is behind them.<br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page15_1.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"421\" height=\"959\" \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page15_2.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"515\" height=\"797\" \/>Here&#8217;s me!<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page15_3.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"646\" height=\"449\" \/>My dad and mum before Uncle Hector and Auntie Anna&#8217;s wedding<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page15_4.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"528\" height=\"745\" \/>My dad and Uncle Hector<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page15_5.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"537\" height=\"385\" \/>Mummy at the back, Liz, me Roddy and Billy at the front.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page16_1.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"600\" height=\"361\" \/>Daddy with myself<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page16_2.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"489\" height=\"701\" \/>Me, granny and Liz outside the house at Pennyfern road.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page16_3.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"479\" height=\"685\" \/>Me, daddy and Liz<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page16_4.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"479\" height=\"685\" \/>Me, granny and Liz outside the house at Pennyfern road.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page16_5.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"505\" height=\"730\" \/>My other granny (Elizabeth Ann MacIntosh). Probably the baby is Liz<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page17_1.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"641\" height=\"479\" \/>My mum is third from the right at the front in this Dingwall Academy photo.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page17_2.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"470\" height=\"633\" \/>Mummy<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page17_3.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"463\" height=\"625\" \/>Mummy was always a bit reckless.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page17_4.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"665\" height=\"396\" \/>This is the farmhouse at Newhall, latterly Burnside. My great, grandfather Roderick MacIntosh farmed here with his brother Alexander (Uncle Sandy). My granduncle Alexander (Alick) MacIntosh inherited and took over the farm. We always came here on holiday. I felt that Heaven could not be any better. Alick never married and the farm was sold back to the Shaws of Tordaroch. The house was sold separately. Uncle Hector and Auntie Anna had it for a short while. Happy days.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page17_5.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"561\" height=\"338\" \/>My dad, Dolly Maclennan and Uncle hector.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page18_1.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"469\" height=\"453\" \/>Some cheery lady with my dad.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page18_2.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"496\" height=\"482\" \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page18_3.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"495\" height=\"473\" \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page18_4.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"532\" height=\"745\" \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page18_5.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"510\" height=\"723\" \/>Granny with my cousin Marty (William Henry Martin Cameron) and myself. I look a bit transgender! Oh dear.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page18_6.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"627\" height=\"436\" \/>We would all go on holiday in the Mini Traveller &#8211; us four in the back. It was red. Daddy, Roddy, Liz, Billy and myself.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page19_1.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"550\" height=\"724\" \/>Mummy and Autie Liz (Elizabeth Mackay) as bridesmaids at Autie Anna and Uncle Hector&#8217;s wedding.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page19_2.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"499\" height=\"728\" \/>Mummy and daddy outside the Golspie manse where I was born.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page19_3.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"618\" height=\"389\" \/>Outside Golspie manse on Fountain Road. The couple on the left were the Rev. Andrew Sutherland and his wife Annie. She was 15 years older than him. He was from Birichen behind Dornoch. He was stone deaf after being kicked by a horse when he was young. He still preached and would know when the singing was finished when his wife would hold up her Bible and shut it. Mummy says they were a lovely couple. Mummy, Liz, me and daddy.<br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page19_4.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"597\" height=\"425\" \/><br \/>It is a pity the following photos are so damaged. They are taken in the sitting room at the manse in Golspie either in 1959 or 1960. Billy was born &#8217;59 and we moved to Knockbain in &#8217;60. The elaborate clock at the back is with my son Hugh in Stornoway. The sitting room suite was still in my mum&#8217;s sitting room in Inverness in 2022. I had to dispose of it when she moved into care. Even the same antimacassars were there till recently! Mummy and daddy at the back, Billy, Liz and myself at the front. Roddy was born in Knockbain.<br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page19_5.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"579\" height=\"392\" \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page19_6.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"568\" height=\"386\" \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page20_1.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"611\" height=\"425\" \/>Mummy, I don&#8217;t know which one of us and daddy<br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page20_2.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"435\" height=\"557\" \/>My dad at I think Mccaig&#8217;s Tower (or Folly), Oban<br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page20_3.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"573\" height=\"356\" \/>This is at Lybster manse. Uncle Hector was minister there. Uncle Hector, Marty, Auntie Anna, Janey (Janet Elizabeth Cameron) mummy, Liz, myself and daddy.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page20_4.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"577\" height=\"411\" \/>This is outside the Knockbain manse. Liz, myself, mummy, Billy, Roddy, daddy and I don&#8217;t know who.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page20_5.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"586\" height=\"407\" \/>We moved to Partick in Glasgow in 1963. I hated Glasgow then. I was a fish out of water. This is outside the manse on Woodend Drive &#8211; Daddy, Billy, Liz, Roddy, myself and mummy.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page21_1.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"580\" height=\"464\" \/>I think these two photos are of my dad outside the Wick manse. Uncle Hector was minister there for a short while.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page21_2.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"596\" height=\"473\" \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page21_3.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"595\" height=\"422\" \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page21_4.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"607\" height=\"614\" \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page21_5.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"613\" height=\"600\" \/>My mum with Cissy Urquhart<br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page21_6.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"535\" height=\"548\" \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page22_1.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"537\" height=\"534\" \/>This must be at the Keswick Convention as Billy was taken there on his own.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page22_2.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"509\" height=\"505\" \/>Murdo Macleod (the Jews) and my dad<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page22_3.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"624\" height=\"437\" \/>Whoever it is, Its Ardgour Hotel, the other side of the Corran ferry<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page22_4.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"377\" height=\"548\" \/>My mum<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page22_5.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"573\" height=\"386\" \/>My mum and dad<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page23_1.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"590\" height=\"381\" \/>Daddy is on the left.\u00a0<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page23_2.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"549\" height=\"377\" \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page23_3.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"496\" height=\"503\" \/>All I know her is John Macleod of Gairloch (Long John as he was known) is in the middle with my dad on the right.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page23_4.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"529\" height=\"523\" \/>Outside the Partick Church at the foot of Crow Road, Glasgow<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page23_5.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"540\" height=\"398\" \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page24_1.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"529\" height=\"693\" \/>My dad with the matron of Maxwell House nursing home. Murdo Martin, Paisley and Principal Cameron<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page24_2.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"554\" height=\"334\" \/>Myself, Billy and Liz<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page25_1.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"622\" height=\"484\" \/>Mr MacDonald (Greyfriars), my dad, John Munro and W.R. Mackay. It could be at the Free North induction.<br \/><br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page25_2.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"566\" height=\"365\" \/>Me<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page26_1.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"537\" height=\"677\" \/>Liz and myself<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page26_2.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"562\" height=\"336\" \/>Mary Helen Gunn (my cousin) with Liz and myself<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page26_3.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"541\" height=\"388\" \/>Liz, myself, Roddy and Billy with my mum behind outside the Knockbain manse<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page26_4.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"549\" height=\"331\" \/>Liz and Billy<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page26_5.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"489\" height=\"294\" \/>probably Billy<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page26_6.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"448\" height=\"720\" \/>Aw! It&#8217;s Billy<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page26_7.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"535\" height=\"379\" \/>Liz and myself<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page27_1.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"603\" height=\"438\" \/>Again in the Golspie sitting room. Daddy, myself on Dobbie Horse, mummy and Liz<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page27_2.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"606\" height=\"831\" \/>Liz and myself<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page28_1.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"554\" height=\"767\" \/>Dobbie Horse and myself. Dobbie survived until Glasgow where his head fell off. The head was around for a few years. I was terribly hard on my toys. My son, David, now has the bureau desk behind me.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page28_2.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"537\" height=\"337\" \/>On the left is cousin Mary and then myself. This is at the Fireman&#8217;s party in Golspie. My memory of it is of being terrified of Santa Claus. A huge box was dragged in. The top opened and from it came this huge and terrifying man dressed in red with a white beard. I could not go out to get my present. An older boy got it for me. I&#8217;ve always been a woose.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page29_1.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"517\" height=\"311\" \/>Billy in the cot with Liz in her &#8216;balicas&#8217;.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page29_2.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"477\" height=\"663\" \/>Myself while at Broomhill School, Glasgow.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page29_3.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"624\" height=\"442\" \/>Liz and myself while at Drumsmittal School on the Black Isle.<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page29_4.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"545\" height=\"760\" \/>Liz at Broomhill<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page29_5.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"546\" height=\"730\" \/>Liz at Jordanhill. She was the clever one and got into Jordanhill.\u00a0<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page29_6.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"544\" height=\"773\" \/>Roddy at Broomhill<br \/><br \/><br \/>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/daddys_album\/page29_7.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter\" width=\"537\" height=\"738\" \/>Billy at Broomhill","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>These photos are from a photograph album of my fathers (Hugh MacCuish Ferrier) that I came across whilst clearing out my parent&#8217;s home before it being sold. There is a huge poignancy about these old pictures.\u00a0 My grandfather (Hugh MacCuish <span class=\"excerpt-dots\">&hellip;<\/span> <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"http:\/\/hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/?page_id=6041\"><span class=\"more-msg\">Continue reading &rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":260,"menu_order":13,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-6041","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/6041","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=6041"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/6041\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6212,"href":"http:\/\/hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/6041\/revisions\/6212"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/260"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/hferrier.co.uk\/personal\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6041"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}