So, it’s been on my bucket list to visit Larkhall; the place where my Papa was born and bred. Today, on an impromptu outing with my mam, we detoured (2 hours) and visited not only the town, but his actual home. I had no idea she knew the address; my intention was just to drive around the town, but when we got there she told me exactly where to go.
It was a strange feeling being in a place that is completely alien to me, but plays such a big part in the reasoning I’m walking this planet.
We walked around a little, and I can’t tell you how tear-jerkingly amazing it was hearing the accent again. We went into a local shop, and we weren’t just given a receipt ... we were given a “wee receipt”. Loved it. N.B. Apologies to the person/people currently living there! Having a random stranger take photos of your home may be unnerving, but I promise you, it was completely innocent!