Highland Heritage - Martin, Pamela Florence
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Helen Glenkerry shook her hair back, scooping it up into a ponytail and fastening it with a lace from her sandal lying on the bank. The water in the burn was icy cold and crystal clear. Rolling her white cotton trouser legs up, she pushed some pebbles along the sandy bottom with her toes as the grasses caressed her feet. Closing her eyes and breathing the cool clear air deeply, she knew she would love living here. The horse stood like a statue as James Mcklinross watched the girl. What was she doing here and where had she come from? There was danger here; she would have to go. He walked his…mehr

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Helen Glenkerry shook her hair back, scooping it up into a ponytail and fastening it with a lace from her sandal lying on the bank. The water in the burn was icy cold and crystal clear. Rolling her white cotton trouser legs up, she pushed some pebbles along the sandy bottom with her toes as the grasses caressed her feet. Closing her eyes and breathing the cool clear air deeply, she knew she would love living here. The horse stood like a statue as James Mcklinross watched the girl. What was she doing here and where had she come from? There was danger here; she would have to go. He walked his horse to the edge of the burn. As she turned and saw him, he blinked; he thought she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. His voice sounded stern: 'Where do you think you are going and where have you come from? Don't you know you are trespassing?'
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Pamela was born in Dagenham, Essex in 1938; the following year, war broke out. Sadly, her school, one mile from the River Thames, was badly bombed. Therefore her proper schooling was started when she was seven years old with the playground still full of rubble. Happier times came when Pam joined the Kitty Harris Stage School of Dance, where she excelled. She married, moved to Devon in 1963, bought a guest house and had three daughters. In 1973, she and her husband sold up and moved to a cottage with two acres, opening the gardens for charity. In 1999, they retired to a bungalow overlooking the sea, opening the gardens again. In 2019, they celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary with 140 guests, in the guest house they used to own. (It is now the high-class Best Western Hotel, and is still haunted.)