Drovers and settlers
I'm a country boy, and despite being from Glasgow, my wife was a country girl. When she was growing up, the next streets were fields. Those fields are now high rise flats and housing schemes. Initially the new schemes were dry and Friday and Saturday nights saw Billy Connolly's rubber men waiting for the bus home in George Square. However, one of my mother-in-law's friends father owned one of the pubs - had made enough money droving sheep from the Highlands to buy the place. I heard enough about his days droving to make it sound interesting and I did a bit of research and found it had, at one time, been a major source of income for the north with enough anecdotal information to make a decent story. Hence the novel Drover. One of the things I found was that the bad publicity given to the Highland Clearances was not entirely deserved. There were atrocities and great hardship but mixed with it were stories of landlords paying for crofter's fares to Canada and priests gath...