I’d ended up in the small town of Maclean almost by accident. Quite literally. Pulling off the Pacific Highway south to report an instance of dangerous driving to the local New South Wales Police. Formalities complete, I’d needed a strong coffee. Small cafe on the main street. Telegraph poles along either side decorated with different tartans. Waitress Kylie explaining the place had a strong Scottish heritage. Large influx of immigrants from the Highlands.
