NAME ME
Table 6: Miller Caldwell

The holiday which finds me today in the files of MI5 was our holiday on Jura in the summer of 1967 during the height of the Cold War. While the dearth of activity on Jura was ideal for George Orwell to write his novel 1984, the lack of interest after walking the Papps, viewing the Corryvrechan whirlpool and visiting the distillery, the island's only employer, short-wave radio seemed the best option.
     I found a warm grassy hillock overlooking the Craighouse pier. I fiddled around with the home service but found nothing to keep my interest. I tuned to short-wave and searched for a signal. I got a good clear link from a man with a heavy eastern European accent. The radio station identified itself as Radio Moscow. An agricultural programme identifying crops and climates was being broadcast. It referred to Ayrshire potatoes from southern England. I had to react. Conveniently several times during the programme the station was announced giving the postal address in Moscow. I sat down to write my reply. I posted it on Jura and thought nothing more of my letter.
     On our return to Glasgow, there was interesting mail for me. All my mail came from Russia. There were postcards of the Great Mother Country, a list of pen friends to contact, radio broadcasting times for Radio Moscow, and questionnaires. I chose not to reply but for the best part of a decade, long after I had left home, there was regular mail from Red Square Moscow to Shawlands Old Parish Manse. To all intents and purposes in these cold war years, MI5 had a dormant spy in the manse.