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Day Six: Sharing the history

Caithness Horizons is a fabulous museum in Thurso on the north coast of Scotland and tonight, I was there as the guest of the Caithness Family History Society.

Chair, Janet Mowat, had said to my sister that where family historians take family stories which may or may not be fact and try to find out which they are, I take family stories which are fact and deliberately turn them into fiction.

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Janet and me

So the focus tonight was on the facts – the family stories that underpin both When the Boats Come Home and The Mizpah Ring. And in return, I got some great stories of World War Two providing local colour and humour for the next book.

Book sales and tea and shortbread rounded off the evening, and as we left, I stopped off to look at the amazing Pictish symbol stones – from the 5th to 9th centuries.

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The Ulbster Stone



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Day Ten: Down Memory Lane: Wick High School

This morning I found myself walking down memory lane – almost literally, except it’s called Newton Road and is on the way to the secondary school I (and both my sisters)¬†attended.In those long ago days, you went to the local school. There was one secondary school in Wick for the east side of the county and one in Thurso for the north and west side of the county. Three junior secondaries fed country kids into the two main schools at third year.

Today I went back to school.

Wick High School

Wick High School

I liked school. I enjoyed walking across town with my friends – almost a mile each way – and we did it four times a day, coming home for lunch from quarter to one till two o’clock. We worked out it took twelve and a half minutes to do the trip if we walked briskly – and on cold days walking briskly was the only way to go!

I enjoyed the actual teaching – English and History were my favourite and best subjects. And today I was back in school to do a bit of teaching in the English Department. It was an author visit – my historical novel, When the Boats Come In, the door-opener. But I wasn’t there to plug the book but to help with short story writing – and hopefully enthuse any youngsters harbouring the dream of being a writer themselves one day.

It was enjoyable – and hard work! I so admire teachers who do it all day long. My first group – thirteen fifth and sixth-formers – were with me for an hour and a half. The next two groups – around twenty in each – got the first half of the presentation in a forty-minute session. They’ve gone away with homework to do before returning tomorrow for the second half: a fifty-word saga with a clear beginning, middle and end.

We’ll see how they do!

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