My
friend Jo Kirk only spent a year or two at the Hereford Waldorf
School, before moving back up north to the
Scottish island of Islay (where's
that?). In 1991 I decided to go and visit her on the lump of
rock in the middle of nowhere that boasts being home to some of
the world's finest Whiskies.
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The
phonebox that we spent hours trying to get the money out of
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Jo
and her brothers
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View
from the house, Carnduncan
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Dorian
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Pedro
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...whose poo I remember finding in the sink |
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Miles...
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This
is Islay
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Reading
as always!
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Andrew,
Julie and Tim (I think)
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On
a picnic
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Carol,
Jo and two of the boys
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Always
happiest getting wet or mucky
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Carol,
Jo's mum
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