More of a journey than a gateway

I have been scraping our rusty and paint-flaked garden gate. This gate dates back to 1880, the same date as our house. I wonder how many folk have opened and … Continue reading More of a journey than a gateway

Last Monday

The following poem is addressed to Robert Hepburn who died in Temple, 1798.  It is based on a  stone gateway that has out-survived the house that it long since introduced. … Continue reading Last Monday

A Doocot became a hoose

The pathway leading up to the Glentulchan Gardener’s House reminds me of one of the paths leading up to Little Sparta. It would seem that  Dovecot from Glentulchan was converted, … Continue reading A Doocot became a hoose

a layer in the background

When young, I always felt in the background. I was painfully shy. Summer 1987: My uncle John helped me buy a flat that overlooked the Beechgrove gardens. From my window … Continue reading a layer in the background