I'm looking quietly through a few old photos that have long lain undisturbed. They were taken in the misty days well before the crash of western Capitalism. This one is a blurred snap of me; romping with Max. I'd got Max as a puppy on my birthday; soon he'd be a handsome black mongrel; running like the wind. I loved Max.
Moira McCloud and fifteen year old daughter Jessica were driving west out of Edinburgh for a short holiday; soon it would be Eden for two at 'Golf Eden' because the Age of Aquarius had dawned; and it was affecting how people dealt with their feelings.