at home alone: the scots who went to the arctic and stayed
Mike Reid was still a schoolboy when he applied for a job with The Hudson’s Bay Company (HBC), the centuries-old British firm which had stores across Canada.
As North America’s oldest commercial company, its name was synonymous with the fur trade and the intrepid explorers who had opened up the continent’s untamed wilderness. As the company expanded east it needed new recruits.
“My peers were going into the trades and it didn’t really appeal to me,” says Reid, 64, from Inverurie in Aberdeenshire. “I always had a sense of adventure. I loved reading books like Kidnapped. My sister Mary, a nurse, lived in Canada and I used to read her letters home. I guess that was in the back of my mind, but I wasn’t really thinking too hard about anything. I just applied for it.”
In the summer of 1964, Reid left Aberdeenshire for Greenock and set sail for Canada, waved off by his family. “We were a close family, but not huggy people so it wasn’t an emotional farewell. I was just keen to get on my way.”
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