A Safe Haven

A Memory of Fornethy Residential School.

I was sent to the school twice, once in 76 and 78. My grandad was ill the first time, I remember the discipline and the punishments, for me it was a place where I could a child. I was warm, clean, well fed and learning. I was in the Islay dormitory. The dormitories were called after islands or rivers. Aye we got dragged out and made tramp the hills for miles. Being a glasga street rat. I loved the outdoors not the tramping about bit. We had to wear balaclavas, wellies and duffle coats. Pure brass neck.

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