πŸ‘ HEWN No. 282

Liked HEWN, No. 282 (HEWN)

My mum remembers (age 10 or so) eating six Tunnock’s teacakes and feeling quite ill on the bus from the train station at Lairg. She caught a trout on that trip, she says, too small to keep or eat, but she refused to throw it back and kept it in the wash basin in her room.
The family has told the stories from these vacations in Scotland for years β€” the knitted bathing suit and my uncle’s near-death experience (age 3) on the railway turntable in Rosemarkie. But as we drove through hills and over bridges, my mum and uncle squinted and hesitated and had to admit several times that perhaps the β€œwhat” and the β€œwhere” were different than what they recalled. (There was never a railway station in Rosemarkie, the villagers told us.)

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