my brilliant, outspoken, fierce looking family
being told to hauld my wheesht throughout my childhood
my beloved Grandad - so proud of being Scottish, hated living in England. the rest of the family remember him as being hard work, but to me he was soft and adoring :)
my amazing Grandmama, who slept in the woods outside Greenock with her firstborn during the war, who remained devastated about the theft of her beautiful pram from the tenement to her last day, who put the phone down whenever a baby in the family was named without a Scottish name 
my Dad's stories of growing up in Scotland - the first tv in the street, so much family around, his crazy uncles esp the one who ran over a grouse and stuck it in the back of the car and it came back to life and scared him :)
of Scotland itself - brilliant Glasgow, it's people pubs and shops, the menfolk! the pride and passion, the history, the Clyde, Kelvinsgrove Galleries, the restaurants, the best comedy in the world. Take me back Glasgow, please?