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Morning began with mist that curled along the hill like breath. Ewan rose before the light had gathered in the glen, pulled on his woolen jacket, and crossed the yard to the byre. The cow turned its mild face at his step, warm air puffing from its nostrils in the cold. He set the pail, pressed his forehead to the flank, and listened to milk ring the tin. The sound was small and steady. On mornings like this, it steadied him.
Inside the cottage, peat smoke climbed through the hole in the roof and drifted out into the white air. His mother, Mairi, crept around the hearth. She broke an oatcake in half and set one piece by his bowl. The fire finally caught and sent a clean orange through the room. Ewan's younger brother, Fergus, slept in a heap near the warm wall, face hidden in his blanket. Isla, thirteen and quick with her hands, sat near the light and mended a tear in her apron with tiny, neat stitches.
Alasdair, their father, coughed from the bed corner. The cough had a deep rattle to it, making Mairi look up from the fire. She went to him, laid her palm on his brow, and smoothed back his hair. He shut his eyes and breathed until the fit passed.
Ewan poured himself a bowl of brose and sat by the door. He watched the mist move over the ridge. It felt alive, as if it walked. He had always thought of the hills as older than any story, and the mist as the way they spoke.
A knock came at the door. Not the tap of a neighbor. A firm set of three that Ewan felt in the floorboards. Mairi's hand paused above the pot. Ewan set his bowl aside and opened the door to two men in wool coats, their shoulders wet. Behind them stood a third, younger, who held a leather bag under his cloak. Their faces had the tight look of men who carry news and prefer not to...
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Morning began with mist that curled along the hill like breath. Ewan rose before the light had gathered in the glen, pulled on his woolen jacket, and crossed the yard to the byre. The cow turned its mild face at his step, warm air puffing from its nostrils in the cold. He set the pail, pressed his forehead to the flank, and listened to milk ring the tin. The sound was small and steady. On mornings like this, it steadied him.
Inside the cottage, peat smoke climbed through the hole in the roof and drifted out into the white air. His mother, Mairi, crept around the hearth. She broke an oatcake in half and set one piece by his bowl. The fire finally caught and sent a clean orange through the room. Ewan's younger brother, Fergus, slept in a heap near the warm wall, face hidden in his blanket. Isla, thirteen and quick with her hands, sat near the light and mended a tear in her apron with tiny, neat stitches.
Alasdair, their father, coughed from the bed corner. The cough had a deep rattle to it, making Mairi look up from the fire. She went to him, laid her palm on his brow, and smoothed back his hair. He shut his eyes and breathed until the fit passed.
Ewan poured himself a bowl of brose and sat by the door. He watched the mist move over the ridge. It felt alive, as if it walked. He had always thought of the hills as older than any story, and the mist as the way they spoke.
A knock came at the door. Not the tap of a neighbor. A firm set of three that Ewan felt in the floorboards. Mairi's hand paused above the pot. Ewan set his bowl aside and opened the door to two men in wool coats, their shoulders wet. Behind them stood a third, younger, who held a leather bag under his cloak. Their faces had the tight look of men who carry news and prefer not to...
Podcast notes: https://ancestralfindings.com/journey-from-scotland/
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