THE GRAVEYARD AT THE END OF MY STREET

There's a graveyard at the end of my street. I've walked round it since I could walk. I've read the tombstones since I could read. Over the years I have written the life stories of the people buried there. There's one grave that memorialises three generations of one family. The father, son and grandson. They all … Continue reading THE GRAVEYARD AT THE END OF MY STREET

TAM, IN HONOUR OF RABBIE BURNS

Tam stumbled out the pub into his car. 'Off home then, Meg,' he patted the grey metal, named after the horse she had replaced. After several attempts he managed to crank the engine into life and got behind the wheel. He weaved drunkenly along the single track road. As he passed the old church and … Continue reading TAM, IN HONOUR OF RABBIE BURNS