THE WINTER OF 1947
Miss Mabel McLean recalls "during the '47 winter when I was working in Dundee, one afternoon I met Mrs Fulton of Nether Finlarg who suggested that, due to the worsening weather, I should get the bus home soon. But by the time I left there were no buses, so I set off walking in my raincoat and wellies. I must have looked like a tattie-bogle! Once I got to Chalmers the tracks were covered over and, with the freezing fog, I lost my way, circling the field many times. Mind you, the currant loaf and one pound of steak in my bag was probably frozen too! Eventually, seeing footsteps over the dyke, I followed them and found my mother at the back door and my father at the front door of the house. It was a quarter to two in the morning!"