Chapter 1
For most of his life, Hugh Fergusson believed moving house was one of the worst torments imaginable.
When his parents took the whole brood of them from one Glasgow neighborhood to another in the late 60s. When he moved himself to start university there in the early 70s. Even when he moved with his beloved wife Carolyn to Edinburgh at the end of that same decade.
The drudgery of realizing exactly how much rubbish he’d accumulated, packing it up, cleaning after himself, then reversing the whole process to move in filled him with dread.
So to be smiling as he stood in yet another new home, surrounded by a jagged mountain of boxes with more to come, and a sprawling garden outside that needed quite a bit of tidying, felt like a small miracle.
The early summer breeze coming throug
