Welcome Home – Farewell Home Scotland, 1816 All Hamish MacLeod had to his name was a medal and a limp. Even his clothes were borrowed. After so long wearing the regiment’s kilt, he felt constrained in these ill-fitting trousers. “At least they’re clean,” he roughly told himself. Winds scraped damp curls against his cheek. He grimaced, remembering the sweat and mud-streaked battlefield. No matter Hamish’s hopes, the past was stitched into his marrow. Another man walked the
