Eleanor Thom books

The Tin-Kin

It wis the same summer ah met George, an ah wis already carryin oor first, wee Georgina. Ever since then ah’ve been sure the Batchie Woman’s got the gift, an fer better or worse, ah aie heed her visions. They’re fairly clearer than the few ah’ve had mysel ower the years. O ho! Yesterday ma nephew...