St Kilda is a very famous set of rocky islands, about 60 miles out west in the Atlantic. The story of the islands and the people is fascinating, and heart-breaking. Nobody is really sure where they came from although they all had Highland names and spoke Gaelic. For generations they clung to a very meagre existence, really living off sea birds called fulmars, scaling shear cliffs to catch them. There was a celebrated incident in the 1920s when it was discovered that the St Kilda midwives had been unwittingly killing most of the newborn children for generations by infecting them with tetanus. In 1930, the remaining 36 people on the island decided to leave and come to the mainland. Most soon died because they had no immunity to mainland diseases, the rest were sent to work on forestry stations which was ironic - because they had never seen trees before!! As a young lad I was privileged to meet the last baby born on St Kilda - Neil MacKinnon, who was my Uncle Andrew's neighbour on the Black Isle in Easter Ross, and last year a spoke to the last baby to be 'conceived' on the island - Douglas Munro whose father was the Minister there. Douglas lives in North London like me. I highly recommend the book 'Life and Death on St Kilda' by Tom Steel. Lachie