Issue 56 - One for the Road
His Sunday name was John William Henry Barkley Younger, but to the natives of central Argyll he was known as ‘Jock’.We humble forestry students would never have dared call him anything other than ‘sir’. He was heir to the great Younger brewing dynasty, and when I knew him around 1952 he would, I suppose, have been in his early fifties. He looked much older, but then to youngsters in their late teens and early twenties I suppose that anyone over fifty years of age is as old as Methuselah. I remember him best as looking like a character straight from the pages of
P. G.Wodehouse, an Emsworth type who spoke like a retired field marshal and dressed like a mendicant.

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