There’s no blue like a Giotto blue

An old landmark of Bridge of Allan: a white bridge that was painted blue. For Caroline Stuart Clarke and her family. There’s no blue like a Giotto blue: To play … Continue reading There’s no blue like a Giotto blue

The road and not the sign

A poem by Leonard Cohen:

Then she will be born

The road, not the signs

Today I travelled through to Edinburgh to meet with someone who had a professional interest in my medical writings. Look around and up: hear a music not of the spheres, … Continue reading The road, not the signs