Many years ago I was encouraged to read Roger Hutchinson’s Calum’s Road. The small and quirky book made a deep impression on me: deeper, perhaps, than I realised at the time. Since then the story has always been there in the back of my mind. It began a story of my own.

Building this lay-by is all I can think about now
I’m out in all weathers with my pick and barrow, and when I come in I just want to go back out and do one more rock

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