A Highland Terrier - which is a mini-bus, you understand - whizzes past the Culloden Chinese Take-Away and I realise that my Scotland has changed again - has gone from me still further through yet another of the time-warps which have shaken me ever since I left in 1959. It isn't comfortable, or reassuring, this blinking through the decades in a slide-show of small, brilliantly-coloured transparencies. But the detail is enthralling.

LRB 20 December 1990 | PDF Download