As the bell tolled, the clan gathered, shivering on the stone stairway that leads up to the grand entrance hall of Airlie Castle. The six-year-old bell-ringer and lookout sprinted into position and we lit giant sparklers to create a glittering makeshift archway to welcome my dad to his surprise birthday party — for one night he was to be king of the castle.
A photographer was poised to capture his reaction as he made out generations of grandchildren, siblings and cousins massed bef… (View original article)