Fergy, my mate.

This is the story of Ian Fergus Baillie, a Fanny Barnett and an old Ariel twin! When I started school aged four Jim Baillie and I would sit in the sandpit. We learned to tie our laces together and walked home along the A6 every afternoon, we lived only 100 yards apart and we got on well.

For the next seven years we were in the same classes doing just about all the same stuff. After that our paths separated. I went to