The sad decline of the Scottish Kirk
My memory is that October is cold in Sutherland in the Highlands of Scotland. Come to think of it, my memory is that June can be cold too. Nature might well abhor a vacuum, but whether anything can convincingly fill the one left by the Kirk’s role in Scottish life remains to be seen As a child, I was taken there a few times in half-terms by my Grandmother, to go and look at faded headstones with my surname on them. I suppose she thought it important to show me my windswept origins. Pictures show a little boy and a formidable woman in closely wrapped raincoats standing by grey stone
