
The Guinness Can
Mrs Anna Galway
I grew up on the shore of the Western Isles, my three siblings in tow. This particular Sunday was when we were still of an age that our father would take us round the rocks.
I watched dad, his steady stride, hands behind his back, and the hazy smoke puffs that travel with him as the gentle breeze shrivels up his roll-up. ... (continues)


