An occasional cacher with the Clan, responsible for some of our highest elevations in Canada and Italy.
When I first met my young nephew he was about six months old, very, very tiny with a bright red little nose! He has always been called wee Iain by the family but, fortunately for him, that's where it has stayed. Even though he was too young to walk he could already climb....up the furniture, door frames & stairs.
He may be wee in stature but, in life, he is a giant of a man.

Wee Iain Heading Upwards From An Early Age