Passing water and spoiling a good shirt

Maurice Gartshore

I was a young teacher then. Wed been near neighbours since the kids were born. Mike, an art teacher, Pam in Primary. They were childless and happy we had two and were fraught but we got on great swigging Mikes home brew and talking teaching. Cant remember what we did with the kids those nights! Then we moved away North where Id got promotion. We kept in touch however and they invited us to visit them in the school house in the Angus Glens which had come with Pams promotion.

A bright day and the hills variegated as a rare birds egg. Easter and the kids heads full of metaphors. ... (continues)