Hole Ousia’s graft comes from his maternal family who had orchards in Carluke and Bridge of Allan. They also made Scott’s jam.

How is he, that gentle gardener?

   

‘such an ivory-tower bunch’

But there is another way to learning, as Patrick Geddes has shown:                                     … Continue reading ‘such an ivory-tower bunch’

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”:

The Birnam Oak

My mother recently gave me her grandfather’s letter opener. It was made from the wood of an ancient Birnam oak. Wilfrid Lawson Gibson, my mother’s grandfather, was a Major in … Continue reading The Birnam Oak

The brig that spans the Wharry

The Wharry glen is a magical place. The glen nestles between Bridge of Allan and Dunblane. Under the old stone Wharry bridge I wrote in chalk “That was lovely”. The … Continue reading The brig that spans the Wharry

My uncle, who was President of Zambia

My uncle, Guy Lindsay Scott, became Africa’s only white president on the death of President Sata on the 28th October 2014. He was in office until the following year. “I … Continue reading My uncle, who was President of Zambia

The birds are singing in the orchard

I have just read The Cherry Orchard, a play by Anton Chekhov. I was moved by it. My mind was taken back to my childhood: to Drumdruills and the orchards … Continue reading The birds are singing in the orchard