Mr Adam McNaughton (Lurch) - English. I never got this teacher, but I remember him well, because, on day one, he wandered round the first year lines in the back playground, wielding a clipboard, tapping certain boys on the head (me included) and saying stuff like,

Hmm. Strange - until I found out he ran the school rugby team and was aye alert for new recruits of suitable stature. Talking of which, Mr Mac was a gye big man himself: tall, lugubrious with a massive tufty beard (and glasses - I think). He was also - unbeknown to most of us I suspect - a celebrated writer of Scottish poetry and songs, one of which can be found here.

Mr Hosie - Art. Last two periods on Friday afternoons. A tall, balding gentleman with a wispy goatee, who spoke in measured, unflustered tones and made us draw slender wine bottles and bowls of fruit. I’m told Mr Hosie stays round the corner from my mum now, and is often seen down the Main Street. Though, so far, not by me.

Mrs Innes - English. A small, rotund lady in her late thirties, with short, light-brown hair and glasses. She invariably wore a black gown, and skirts we felt were rather short for her years. Lessons with Mrs Innes were very enjoyable, but I was always getting told off for writing too much. Meanwhile, my poor script didn’t curry her favour. The thing I remember most is the long reading list she handed out that first term, containing a wheen of books I felt most disinclined to peruse. Also - Thinking & Writing - an English textbook. Plus -  see here.