Something In The Air

Caroline Mackay

1988

It was September 1988 and heading towards an Indian summer. I was a stranger in this white-washed, clay-walled public house and struck by the unfamiliarity of my surroundings.

My friend, Charlotte, had recently moved ten miles out of town to this quaint little village on Scotlands east coast. She was making a real effort to acquaint herself with the local community and had organised a fundraising disco for the playgroup. Keen for a girlie night-out, Id taken up her invitation to join her for the evening and had caught the bus through, leaving my husband, Bert, at home, in town, babysitting our two young children. ... (continues)