The year is 1932 and a camp fire is heaped high in the woods beside a loch 10 miles north of Glasgow.
Hanging above it on blackened ironwork is a large can labelled Rodine Rat Poison.
Around the flames perhaps 20 figures huddle, their faces reddened and shadowed. Their clothes are patched and layered – it is May and the nights are cold.
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