My two older brothers were also farmed out. In their case with an aunt while my mother underwent a series of painful lumber punctures or ‘spinal taps’ at Aberdeen Infirmary.
I must have been all legs and lugs seventy years ago but thankfully I grew into them as I reached my late teens. The ‘legs’ came from my grandad but the ‘lugs’ must have come from a passing elephant.
I can laugh about them now but I took some cruel jibes for my big ears during my schooldays. ‘Taxi wi the doors open’ – was one of the kinder cuts that I remember.
No worries – for another thing my grandad passed on to me was a love of motorcycling. I still have it and as soon as the torrential rain laid off about mid-afternoon today I was kitted out and away on the bike.
The Galloway Hills are an easy reach —
and the forestry isn’t much further —
It’s a wonderful feeling to get out there on two wheels —
The countryside around here reminds me of the hills and forests above Gartly where my mother’s family came from —
And with the Tenere roosting by the back door it was possible to make the most of the fleeting bit of sunshine we had late this afternoon —