Helen Cruickshank: ‘Bide the storm ye canna hinder’
Bide the storm ye canna hinder, Minding through the strife, Hoo the luntin’ lowe o’ beauty Lichts the grey o’ life. —Helen Cruickshank, ‘Sea Buckthorn’ It may seem unlikely that a female civil servant brought up in rural Angus should have become a key figure in what she herself did not like to call ‘the […]