These are my memories from being brought up on a sheep farm in the West Highlands of Scotland to escaping to the sea (merchant navy) to get away from the rain and the midges, but mainly my father, a violently wicked but equally thick psycho - even if it meant abandoning a wonderful mother (the main target of his frequent and unpredictable violence) - who was so special, so central to me and to my life, that for the next four decades, I saw all women...