DAD had a talent for coming up with splendid names in his books, and he insisted that the best ones were inspired by real people from his life growing up and working as a bobby on the North York Moors.

One of Heartbeat’s best-known characters was the loveable rogue that was Claude Jeremiah Greengrass, portrayed so brilliantly by the inimitable Bill Maynard, who sadly died just a couple of weeks ago.

According to Dad, that was a genuine name he had come across as a young bobby many years before it ended up on the pages of the first Heartbeat novel, Constable on the Hill, published in 1979.

In Dad’s column from April 15, 1978, we encounter the August-sounding Septimus. Septimus was a schoolfriend, and was so called because he was his family’s seventh son.

He was unique because his father was also a seventh son, and so he was in the traditionally auspicious position of being the seventh son of a seventh son.

These fortunate beings were supposed to have been blessed with supernatural powers, but Dad observed that his friend, whom everyone called Sep, displayed no discernible mystical talents. It was possible though, at the tender age of 11, they were yet to burst forth.

In medieval times, it was believed that for the gift to work, the son must be seventh in a line of only boys.

If a daughter appeared before the seventh son was born, then the chain, and all the powers associated with it, was broken.

One of their legendary skills was the ability to heal the sick, and back in the day people would travel miles just to be touched by the blessed one.

Families would encourage these children to train to be doctors, but those who couldn’t afford to pay for such an education ended up as peasants and labourers, who were nevertheless subject to a constant stream of visits from the great unwell.

It was widely believed that they had a particular talent for curing the illness known as the King’s Evil, or scrofula, a type of lymphatic tuberculosis that resulted in enlarged glands in the neck.

Dad recounts a story, reported to have happened as late as the start of the 20th century, of a Somerset man who had the reputation for curing people with scrofula.

On Sundays, he would touch the affected parts of patients, who had to have fasted, and repeated the words of a prayer that only he was allowed to know. The belief was not confined to England, but was also very strong in Scotland, particularly in the Highlands, and in Ireland where the lucky one was also thought to have the gift of second sight.

In France, they called this person a “Marcou”, and their body was said to be marked somewhere with a fleur-de-lis. Those with scrofula would touch this marking in the belief that it would rid them of the disease.

Going back to names, I was up at my mum’s the other day and, as I often do, I went into my Dad’s study to mooch about a bit.

I was intrigued by a couple of mugs on his shelves that had been there for a number of years but which before I’d never really paid much attention to.

The two mugs were covered in lists of first names. One mug had “Heartbeat VI” on the front, and when I picked up the other, I found a curled up piece of paper in it which read “A gift from the Heartbeat actors”. So I deduced that these must have been “end of series” presents from the actors to the crew.

The slightly sad thing about the second mug is that on the inside was inscribed “Heartbeat RIP” next to the picture of a broken heart. I was, and still am, mystified as to why ITV axed Heartbeat in 2009 when it was still achieving some of the best viewing figures on that channel. Today an active and significant band of fans continues to express their affection for the show through things like Facebook and Twitter. So who knows what the future holds?

It is Dad’s first anniversary soon, and going into his study still stirs up such mixed emotions, as it is the place where I feel his absence most keenly, and yet, his presence is all around me, in his books, in his files, in his collection of trinkets and Heartbeat mementos. Does the time ever come when you stop missing your Dad?