Tag: west coast
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Picture It
It’s my son’s nineteenth birthday today. We sat on the sofa last night as he opened presents, one of which was a book of routes up Scottish mountains, and he said he’d recently stood in Glasgow bus station and felt the west coast wind rush at him, willing him to get on the waiting bus…
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52and40/12 Venus in Tweeds
When the bloke I fancied told me he lived on a west coast island and ‘commuted’ to Aberdeen for work, I pictured Father Ted’s Manse and grimaced. ‘How can you bear it?’, I’d asked. ‘The flatness? The wind?’ He looked like I’d spoken in Spaniel. The following week I understood. Sapphire sea in a white sand…