Chapter EighteenBallater, Scotland, March 1977
Ten-month-old Harry Houston was growing up fast. The youngster had taken his first tentative steps a couple of weeks before his tenth month, and had spoken his first word, 'Dada,' mere days later. His mother was fiercely proud of her little son, and young Harry was the star attraction at the many family get-togethers organised in the Houston home. As for Angus, the development of the off-shore oil industry was doing wonders for Scotland's local economy and for Aberdeen in particular. The port of that city had become the home base for much of the service industry that had sprung up to support the vast oil rigs which had taken root in the North Sea off the coast of North-East Scotland. As for the surrounding area, the presence of so many oil in
