AN INVERKEITHING mum watched on fearfully as her two-year-old son was dramatically rescued from the lip of a 60-foot cliff face.

Adventurous tot Graeme Wilson had wandered off from his friends and mother at Whinny Crescent before finding himself in the perilous predicament on the cliff overlooking the Forth Road Bridge’s northern approaches.

With the help of an RAC patrolman and a lorry driver, Graeme was happily playing at his home by the end of the day.

It’s a story that has been told year after year in the Wilson family, and featured in the September 16 issue of the Press in 1967.

Fast-forward 50 years, and the same story was told once more in last week’s From Our Files on our popular Memory Lane page.

Graeme, who still lives in Inverkeithing, couldn’t believe his eyes when he read of his antics half a century ago.

He laughed: “I don’t remember it at all!

“I was always a bit of a tearaway from the family. I was never out of trouble!

“I can’t remember a single bit about that day. It’s been told tons of times over the years and will no doubt be passed on to the next generation; ‘Aye, that’s what uncle Graeme got up to!’ “It was a great wee surprise to read it again in the paper. I was over the moon.

“A family friend who grew up in the same street as us read the paper and knew it was me straightaway.

“I was a wee bit tearful reading it back, actually. It brought back memories of my mum and dad who have now passed away.”

His mother, Wendy, was feeding her youngest baby when Graeme disappeared from two other toddlers at the rear of their house.

She searched the neighbourhood with her husband, Thomas, and eventually found her son trapped above a 60-foot drop.

The dual carriageway of the approaches had been cut through rock to the north bridgehead and it was on the rocky, stepped escarpment, before the roadway entered the cutting at St Margaret’s Head, where she found Graeme.

His mother said at the time: “You couldn’t reach him. He was a good few feet away. He was lying face down, his foot caught on a projecting stone. If that hadn’t been there, I am sure he would have gone right over the edge.

“He had nothing to hold on to and was digging his fingers into the loose earth.”

The lorry driver was able to reach the trapped youngster eventually and he managed to nudge him upwards to within reach of patrolman Alan Paul, of Torryburn, who plucked him to safety.

Graeme is now eager to see if he can make contact with either Mr Paul or the lorry driver who helped save his life.