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Never FAR Away
a window
Restoration Project: Callanish Blackhouse Tearoom
Heatherbell
shapes
this Mossgrove summer
‘BUCKIE is coming out of its buckie’
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Odds and Ends [a large selection of wallpapers]
PERIODIC table
an ordinary Degree
incredible shapes
Omphalos films
There was no time
She understood
I like this place
annotation by Peter
Arory-bory-Alice
‘two small boys lay on their stomachs beside the puddle’
‘a loving observer’
Aunt Josephine Leggatt
“Where Martha played”
“she kicked her grand-aunt Josephine”
The QUARRY WOOD
feel
Protected: Giving up horses
S u n d a y
Glad it’s all over
Cross with Care
‘HEAR OUR VOICE’
Beyond the Pale
Between two black lines in the evening paper
Peter’s Lost Marbles
Second Chef Required
He spoke like a torrent
60 days for begging
‘Stories We Tell Ourselves’
Warriston Gates
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‘The Story of Drummond Place’
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Ross Fountain
East Princes Street Gardens
West Princes Street Gardens
the texture of time
Chapter Two of Part Three of ‘Decline and Fall’
A Doocot became a hoose
The Fall
diversion
the h i d e a w a y
Comet Neowise
GRAFFITO
Tullybeagles
I have written my heart in my poems
You are HERE.
Apollo’s Temple
DISCOVERY and EXCAVATION in Scotland
Very old tonight
city maps
a layer in the background
comet [COMET]
‘Closer to resolution’
Iconic film score composer
Bottle washed ashore
[a sense of] catching up with [myself]
Waking up in Venice
Drookit
Apollo’s Temple
Let us turn to our poet’s windows
‘Two inner gates’
MARIEVILLE
Lacunar Strevelinense
Can you make sense of this?
Set in Stone
Upper Quoigs
The Roundel
Argaty Photograph Album
Dracula Salad
‘Holed out in ONE!’
BEWARE THE FLY!
This is our TUFTY day!
wilder and more memorable
‘Get your new colour brochure now!’
This too shall pass
It still takes courage to care
S Y M B O L I C
MINCE
Tam o’Shanter letter
The Echo of Friars’ Carse
By the river Teith
Let roadside flowers grow
The sparkling Tay is there!
O M P H A L O S notebook
Gala Queen
suicide cairns
Bell Tree
Brodie’s cairn
‘A man most unusually connected’
Days of the Bagnold summer
Jawhills
Eleanor Rigby
Samson’s foot mark
“In order to begin to heal”
‘Hill of the Resurrection’
The FIRM of THREE CENTURIES!
2 hours 1 minute
IMAGE [Gormley] – WORDS [Fitzgerald]
Lord [PRESERVE]
‘The largest funeral ever witnessed in Kilsyth’
GARNGAD
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a woman named
Uley Blues
ANGEL Inn
Scottish women writers who showed me the way
Known by this name
150 feet above the rest of us
Tak ma doon Road
In that moment
MELVENS
His creative life
SPA CLEAN to re-open
A place in Scotland’s story
The childcatcher’s bike
‘Are aulder than auld Perth’
The true content of a photograph
Made by my daughter from my old work shirts
‘These buds of love’
‘A Pair of GOLD SPECTACLES in a Tartan Case’
CLOSED
[from yesterday’s papers]
Two hundred thank yous
Cameras are clocks for seeing
Another way of telling
A roadside garden
‘the way everything has slowed down’
‘In Gordon Street’
Centaurea
Notes from HERE and THERE
I am incredibly shy
‘Herd instinct’
On the other side of the fence

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