Before the hurricane struck, I was looking for words to end the old year or, since the clock was ticking, start the new one.  I found Margaret’s letter typewritten late at night during another storm-tossed Christmas.  At almost the same time I came across the December West Word, an action packed newsletter written by gas and candle light as the western highlands and islands recovered from a battering which felled trees, flattened outbuildings, lifted roofs and wrecked power and water supplies. Read more