My Dad is dying. I visited him, probably for the last time in his care home. He is 89 and has Alzheimer’s. It’s a relief, but also very sad. I shed a tear. The last time I visited him a week ago, he didn’t know who I was for the first time.

He had a great life, he built a public company, got an OBE from the queen and advised several prime ministers.

I haven’t posted this on other social platforms yet, not sure why. I think I feel freer to be myself here.

His name is Clifford Hardcastle OBE

This is him from a couple of years ago.