Cairndhu - Rob and I wandered all over the hills and the moors beyond among the nesting larks and lapwings and black headed gulls. His father was a postman, whose route was the outlying farms and shepherd's cottages. If we needed a drink we drank from the nearest burn, ignoring any creatures that might have done something unmentionable or even died upstream. If we felt hungry, however, we went to a shepherd's cottage and asked for a drink of water. The woman would ask who we were and Rob would explain he was the postman's son. 'You'd better come away in and get a scone and cheese,' the woman would insist. IN exchange she would get our version of the latest news. 'Has Mrs Jones had her bairn?' 'Aye, she has but it wasn't a bairn it was a twins.' 'Oh my,' the woman would exclaim. 'And the doctor said nothing about it.' No doubt she got the right story from Rob's father.
