So why "Big Galloot"? Well, that's what my Grandfather used to call me, on account of me being so tall and him being about 5'4" on a good day. (He wasn't from Texas btw. He was born in Buckie).
And, as I credit him with introducing me to Scotland's hills, it seems a nice way to honour his memory.
He wasn't a hillwalker in any sense of the word but he had a quiet respect for the landscape and that's what rubbed off on me.
One year, 1974-75 IIRC, he borrowed a Dormomobile, piled all of us youngsters in the back and took us on a grand tour of the Highlands. My love of the hills was born.
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