Tuesday Travels. . . Inverness

I was reliving memories of my childhood visits to Inverness when we came across Inverness station.  My elder sister was in charge of me when we both traveled by train to our uncle’s croft at Boultach in Caithness.  Dad would drop us at Perth where we caught the train to Inverness.  We had to change…

Memories jolted by desktop photo

The desktop on my home computer has a flow of photos which have been loaded onto the computer over the years.  Yesterday one of the photos that came on the screen was this one. It is an aerial photo of the village where I grew up.  The village is Ladybank, Fife and the photo was…

So many happy memories

A while back I posted about a book I had borrowed from the library.  The book was Hebrides by Peter May you can find the post here.This is a photograph from the book.  The reason I show the photograph is that it rekindled so many happy childhood memories. My dad was born at Boultach on…

My dad loved poetry

My dad was someone who could quote poetry seemingly for any occasion imaginable. He told me and my brothers and sisters that he learnt most of his poetry when he was at school in the highlands of Scotland.  The school was Boultach School and his teacher I only ever heard him refer to as Rachael….

Highland groceries in the sixties

When I wrote my post about the mobile library I was reminded of my holidays, as a youngster, in the highlands of Scotland.  I had two uncles who were farmers in Caithness, one uncle at Burrigle and the other at Boultach. This is the croft where my dad and his brothers were raised. This is…

Scottish heritage

I was born in Scotland and came to Australia when my parents emigrated in 1965.  I love Australia and am a proud Australian but am also proud of my Scottish heritage.  This is my dad’s family.  He grew up in Caithness on a croft in Boultach. My mother’s family were fisherfolk from Fisherrow, Musselburgh. My mother…