Author: HelenJr

In the back of my mind I had a feeling I’d heard of Pearl and Dean… but I couldn’t quite remember when.  Maybe they were secret agents.  Anyway, the main thing was we’d formed a gang.  I supposed that meant I would have to share some of my adventures with Pearl from now on. That night I asked my Dad if there were such a place in Scotland as Castle Milk.  I told him what the class had said about Pearl being a princess.  He said laughingly that Pearl might look a bit like a fairytale princess – with her beautiful long red tresses – but he didn’t think she was one. Then he said Castlemilk (it’s actually all one word) is a tough part of Glasgow.  That sounded like just the place Pearl would come from – for sure, no one ever tries to pull her red hair any more.  And I suppose it is quite beautiful.

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ACROSS the lane from our row of cottages is what I call the “horse-field.”  Two rather bow-legged dappled ponies live

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