I grew up in Portree on the Isle of Skye and lived in a Guest House, Green Acres, with my parents and my two older brothers, Paul and Grant. Living in a Guest House I was fortunate to meet people from all around the world. Here is a picture of me with one of our lodgers Sam. My Mum tells me we had a little morning routine where we’d greet each other for breakfast. Sadly, we’ve lost touch with Sam. I would love to know where he is today.
One of my earliest memories living in the Guest House was playing with another little girl (who I now know was from Sweden). We were reading a book together and I couldn’t understand why none of the words made sense – of course they were in Swedish! She gave me the book and I still have it somewhere. It was a copy of Chicken Little.
We made a lot of friends in the Guest House. One couple remember my Mum answering the door with my brother Grant on her hip. Forty years later they were still coming to stay with us. In fact, they continued to come until they were unable to make the journey.
When I was about six or seven, my parents decided they wanted to sell the guest house. During this time, we moved in with my Great Auntie Katie and Uncle Alistair. My Auntie Katie was lots of fun, we used to play with her tin of buttons, and she’d make up lots of stories for me. But more about her in another blog!
