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Social distancing among the dead

Counterintuitive as it may seem, I take solace in my local graveyard as the pandemic grips Scotland

By Peter Ross  

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Every day, when I take my hour of state-sanctioned exercise, I walk out of my back gate, squeeze through a gap in the railings, a hollow in the hedge, and am soon saying hello to my neighbours—none of whom, having lived and died long ago, are in any position to return the greeting. I am social distancing among the dead.

Glasgow is known as the dear green place on account of…

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