our dear neighbour
Crawford has been our dear neighbour for almost two decades. We are so fortunate to live next door to him in a house that architecturally mirror’s his. Crawford is retired … Continue reading our dear neighbour
Category: Bridge of Allan
Some of the history of the village of Bridge of Allan
the first creatures to smile
In Nabakov’s memoir he does more than ‘speak M E M O R Y’. One of the passages that I most love from his memoir is this: What makes you … Continue reading the first creatures to smile
no matter what idea . . .
Rachel made these wonderful flower pots for me for Father’s Day.
statues
“Meet you at the statue in an hour” is the closing line of the song ‘Piazza, New York Catcher’ by Belle and Sebastian. This line is repeated twice. … Continue reading statues
Two Bridge of Allan Stalwarts
This celebration is worth attending. Malcolm Allan is an exceptional man. He is for me ‘Bridge of Allan’. His knowledge, brightness and ability are only matched by his interest in … Continue reading Two Bridge of Allan Stalwarts
on to which opened the little side-gate of our garden
A few photographs from this morning. The white alliums pictured below were taken in the reflection of a scratched hand-held mirror: Blue centaurea have self-seeded everywhere: And Candelabra primulas … Continue reading on to which opened the little side-gate of our garden
NOTES No. XXIV.
May 2019 and the Classic Car Rally arrives in Bridge of Allan. Credit: Feel Good Inc by Gorillaz (I do not have copyright)
Hame
So you think you know what it is to be Scottish? Well, read ‘Hame’ by Annalena MacAfee. It is a lovely book. This is my “Review”:
lost and yet preserved
I had to go under our floorboards to sort out some cabling. It was there, underneath the real world, that I found this old crisp packet from 1989. Do you … Continue reading lost and yet preserved
out of the Real
Yesterday five ducks descended from the sky to our wee pond. It felt to me as if they had arrived ‘out of the Real’. [The words above were written by … Continue reading out of the Real
And the artist . . .
Yesterday I met up with a musician in the National Portrait Gallery, Edinburgh. But first of all I went to say hello to Robert Louis Balfour Stevenson. His bust was … Continue reading And the artist . . .
a person has to be transcendent somewhere
Cherry trees flowering in the play-park beside our house. From the garden I heard a grandfather who was playing hide-and-seek with his grandchild: “coming, ready or not!”