Shall Angels Wait

I came across this broken tombstone in Stewarton Churchyard. It was erected by “Alex. Smith in memory of his father”.  It was the inscribed words, worn, broken and shattered, that … Continue reading Shall Angels Wait

Snug as a bug in a rug

After reading me a bedtime story and putting me to bed my mum used to say, no doubt like her mother said to her when she was wee: “Sleep tight. … Continue reading Snug as a bug in a rug