At one time most people in the UK could remember the summer of 1976. But you’d have to be at least 55 years of age to have any real memory of that strange time. It was a foretaste of what we are going through today, the hottest June day on record. I’m sitting at home…
The last time we visited Scotland was to deposit Dad's remains in Loch Lomond. Three years on, I was thinking of doing the same with Mum's ashes; but I recalled that she talked about how much she loved living in Crieff (Perthshire) when her family had been evacuated from Glasgow during the war. Maybe that…
The Wight Stuff 