Pollok Park, or Pollok Estate as we knew it when we were young, represented another world for us. During the summer holidays we almost lived in it, leaving the house at breakfast and staying in the park until dark. Half a century later, I retain vivid memories. Rescuing a baby rabbit from a weasel, finding a fox's lair under an outbuilding, the startled deer in the orchard above Pollok House, the Highland cattle hanging over the fence to feed. Most of all, finding a way into to the parkies' hut. If any of them are still with us, I hold up my hands. We ate your cakes and biscuits and drank your ginger after we found the key above the door.
Pollok Park, or Pollok Estate as we knew it when we were young, represented another world for us. During the summer holidays we almost lived in it, leaving the house at breakfast and staying in the park until dark. Half a century later, I retain vivid memories.
