Waiting For Letters Burnfoot

Betty Tindal

My brother had been home on embarkation leave, so we knew he was abroad, but not where. Having had no news from him for ages, my parents decided to go looking for letters and especially news of him.

This was not easy as we lived in the Fintry Hills, our nearest neighbour about three miles away over an unmade-up road. The hill garron Scottie was harnessed. Mum went as well as dad since it was foolish to go alone in such conditions. ... (continues)