For many years a jovial ex miner called JT would enjoy his early morning constitutional from Lochore, where he lived, along the coal road to Kelty road end. Most mornings my son, Alexander, and I would join him on the short trip to the school bus at the end of the road.
JT always had a new tale to tell, a colourful anecdote or a bit of political commentary. He would speak to everyone - whether he knew them or not. A friendly face. He never failed to cheer up my morning.
Last week JT Murphy passed away, at the ripe old age of 94. Like so many I'll miss him. <<JT.JPG>>