A final visit to Broom Road.


John’s grandmother – a self-professed “country girl” – was a remarkable woman. In her youth, she played hockey for the West of Scotland; in her early 20s, she explored Europe (no mean feat for a woman travelling alone in the 1950s) and became one of the youngest (and only female) lecturers at the college where she taught; and last year, when her eldest grandson told her he was marrying a man, asked just one question: “Can I come?”

John spent months in this house recuperating with his grandparents after his appendix burst, and always found comfort and familiarity in the chiming of this clock. His gran had intended for it to be her wedding present to us.

It now has pride of place in our living room.

This was the day John said goodbye to the house where so many of his happiest childhood memories took place…

…but at least he’ll always carry a piece of it with him.

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