His beard is fuzzy and grey, like a cats whiskers .
His trousers are covered in dust from all his hard work .
His breath smells like Whyte and Mackay Whisky .
His voice is deep but quiet .
His glasses are small and square like a pair of small windows .
His home is mine an old country farm , the best place in the world , with the most beautiful glens ever seen, Glengoulandie .
He is my Grandad Sandy and he is the best .
By Fraser McAdam.
