After my grandfather was transferred from India to the UK in the 1930s, they lived in Auchterarder, so my father spent most of his childhood there. When my grandfather left the army, a few years later, he changed from being a Regimental Sergeant Major (i.e. able to order about any of the non-officers and go 'are you sure' to the officers) to a junior groundsman at Gleneagles itself, being told how to cut the grass on the golf courses' greens…

Both of my paternal grandparents are buried there, and my father and most of his siblings recently scattered the ashes of the first of them to die on the local mountain, Craig Rossie.