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God forsaken, miserable, inward looking communities of the borders. Dysfunctional disapproving calvinists mixed with likeable drunks,socilaists, and naer do wells.
Living and working in Londan as a student when I became a stereotype called "jock"
A place to come back to, a place to feel calm. It is set amongst the hills of my childhood, or next to the vaulted tress of Middle Meadow Walk
My mother, who had a powerful voice, singing "bless this house" and feeling that the walls were shaking and the fabric of the home was in danger