When I moved back to Glasgow in time for Brexit I lived for 6 months in that abandoned crossing between High St and Duke St which were once the birthplace of the young burgh in the dark ages. Although it lies derelict today, the area is steeped in the ancient history of the city. From the old druid's pass I imagined a story with all the elements of today's huge metropolis, taking place in its flowery streets and in the surrounding woods which have now become its neighbourhoods. This story is from a few years after the great pestilence had ravaged the kingdom of Alba and tells of how a young man with a love for music and the drinking of ale returns to his homeland to find that great secret of whisky making, but instead he finds a dark and possibly even elvish lady who some see as a witch but who is certainly a healer.