POSTCARD

As if it was not pleasure enough to receive a postcard from Fido, my favourite one of my favourite nieces , the card portrayed a tent which if not a Blacks Good Companion must be a cheap Dutch version of the same. I spent some of my happiest (and dampest) years camping in a Good Companion, until the night it blew away at the head of Loch na Keal, almost taking my son and heir with it.

Today I took his son to Paisley Central library to check out some of the archives relating to the house we now live in.