But then..
I can look at a face and associate it with a small, defined location – not Glasgow, but East Kilbride. Not Edinburgh, but Currie. You know the local families who have been there for centuries tanning leather and poaching. You can see the limits of the gene pool leaking from scheme to scheme.
A face framed place. Centuries frozen in a walking mask. Unfinished business… I must get my thinking cap on. I must spend time again with Dalkeith’s Next Top Model
