Beginnings
Beginnings
Scotland has always been part of my origin story, though I never lived there before my fieldwork. My father is Scottish and my parents met as a consequence of both studying at St. Andrews University. When they divorced, whilst I was a baby, my father moved up to Edinburgh. I made regular trips to see him and, later, my stepmother, half sister, and half brother during the school holidays whilst I was growing up. He would often take us to see the sights of Scotland, its landscape of villages, castles, forests, and mountains. The Scott Monument, Culzean castle, the pretty painted houses of Tobermory, ham sandwiches and fruit cake eaten in the back of the car, the music of The Corries, the smell of the Caledonian brewery hanging over western Edinburgh (sometimes sweet and malty, sometimes strangely akin to cat food), the train through to Glasgow, the small glass of (Dow’s) port I was allowed at Hogmanay—this was the Scotland that was part of my childhood and I took it with me when I went to do fieldwork....
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