Fergus Finlay: In memory of my dad, who finally got to write his own script on the 16th tee

Hugh Finlay devoted his life to his loved ones, but spent his final day on earth enjoying the simple pleasures of life. As his son says: 'Way to go, Dad'

The way we were: Fergus Finlay (centre) in the early 1950s with his mother, Lilian Roberts Finlay, his twin sister Finola, his brother Hugo, and his father Hugh Finlay.

For years and years now, I start every day with good coffee and two slices of toast. In more recent times I have gone for wholemeal sourdough bread, to support our local bakery.

The first slice is buttered only — I can’t bear to have anything else on it. The second slice I allow myself marmalade with the butter.