Leaving
With tail-gate lifted and door slammed shut, the removal lorry lurched out of the courtyard and up the steep track to the narrow main road. I stood hidden for a moment, watching. The day before I’d said goodbye to the sheltering places: half submerged barns, haylofts, trees and dens. It was the end for West Glenshinnoch, an old farm my parents had rented since before I was born. The ROF wouldn’t sell it and even if they had my mother couldn’t afford to repair the damp eas
