I honestly can’t remember if I’ve posted this one before, so – because I rather like it – I’ll take the chance! Here’s hoping… Let me tell you about Horlicks. It all begins with a knock on my door early Saturday morning. I’m in the middle of breakfast. Ali, my landlord, is standing on the…
Parfitt’s Island – a chronicle in four parts: Part Three.
There was little about Rowena’s island house these days to remind her of its crofting roots: in the space of a few months she had installed central heating, a kitchen the mere contemplation of which would have made her blush not so long ago, triple glazing, and many other features of the cossetted life. All-in-all,…