IT'S difficult to pinpoint exactly when we fell in love. Romance is an imprecise science. But I'm fairly certain that the “train picnic” was instrumental in the falling that led to love.
She was frae Giffnock; she hated my suggestion that she was actually a denizen of Thornliebank. The Glasgow southside lassie and the Bishy boy had met in London, economic refugees in search of brighter lights and a bigger city. ivory lace
It was a few weeks after we met and I was heading from London to ...Continue Reading