Michael is the youngest of we 3 Sherlock children. When born, the medics said that he wouldn't live more than 24 hours...and if he did live he'd be an invalid. He was a regular swimmer and in his youth, used to swim in the sea on New Year's Day, played badminton, water-skied and was a keen walker and a dedicated TV addict...think football.
Top shot was Michael's 47th birthday, warm and cosy indoors. The lower shot, a few months earlier, Mum and Michael on the North Promenade, plenty of white horses behind them with an inshore easterly. Michael and I loved this sort of weather, though hardly ideal for Mum. They were both Trojans.
