up in the village Hall library, lying open on a table was this book containing a photograph. Inside was a lot of pencil writing on the fly leaf that I could not read but it must have meant something to someone. We will never know.
Next to it was a pile of magazines called ‘Peoples’ Friend’ from Scotland. I used to read these a lot because I grew up there.
On the front page was a picture Dunfermline, where my grandmother’s family used to live and some relatives still do. It was strange to come across it here in Australia. This synchronicity business is getting to me!