31/10/2025
Long before the American-style Hallowe’en gained traction, we marked the day, with terrifying tattybogles made from turnips, in place of jolly pumpkin jack-o-lanterns. Every Hallowe’en, our mother would have us scanning the sky, searching for raggedy witches among the tattered clouds, and listening for their cackling. Our highland skies are wild and savage, and any self-respecting witch would fly through them joyfully.