a signpost
I got lost a number of times when in Moray. I neither have a mobile phone nor a sat-nav. It was with some joy that, at the end of a … Continue reading a signpost
I got lost a number of times when in Moray. I neither have a mobile phone nor a sat-nav. It was with some joy that, at the end of a … Continue reading a signpost
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
A bridge that I cannot forget:
Do you remember your first kiss? Where were you at the time? What of that moment stays with you? This film is a poetic journey that seeks to ‘advance deeper … Continue reading To advance deeper into the unknown country