I recently shared a film that I dedicated to Private George Scott, 1/4th ( Border ) Battalion, Kings Own Scottish Borderers. He was born at Ellemshaugh in July 1993. He … Continue reading ‘Wild spirits at Gallipoli’
This was filmed on Monday 2nd March 2020 at Ellemhaugh, a charming but deserted cottage in the Scottish Borders. Ellemhaugh sits beside the river Whiteadder. There is no road or … Continue reading Just for one day
Yesterday, I found myself exploring another wee bit of forgotten Scotland. After reaching Haddington, I took the B6355 from Gifford, a route south that I had not taken before. This … Continue reading ‘Cyclist killed near home’
From the bank of the river Tweed looking towards Abbotsford I wrote a poem. A poem to my faither. A branch of an old tree was my seat.
Yesterday we returned from a short break in the Scottish Borders. We were staying at Dryburgh once the home of the 11th Earl of Buchan – a wonderful eccentric who … Continue reading Reappearing on the horizon of a new canto
Alexander McCall Smith introducing me to Richard, Duke of Buccleuch at the Borders Book Festival on Saturday 15th June 2019: Alexander McCall Smith had invited me to film the rehearsals … Continue reading Keepsake
the Borders: village after village, town after town, warning lights flash advising: “CAUTION CHILDREN” [an important safety message] East, west, North and South you will never come across a sign … Continue reading in every direction from
A special person has given me the opportunity to hear a Borders fairm-toun sing. I am going to take my mum with me as the singing begins on the day … Continue reading the fairm-toun sang
London, Saturday 23rd March 2019: All photographs taken by my cousin Adrian Holliday. Music Credit: ‘Roll Along’ by Roddy Woomble Radio Clip at the end: ‘Thought for the day’ Radio … Continue reading The Peoples’ March
A poem by Rupi Kaur: ‘The other side of the fence’ by Peter.
This was filmed at the Lion Gate, West Lodge, Ladykirk House on Sunday 10th June 2018. With me were my mum, my older sister Catriona, my wife Sian and daughter … Continue reading Musing, he walked out the entrance gate
call it folly, call it my pursuit a sense of loss, the secret of art. [the body of work reflects the disappearance of the artist himself] Music credits: (1) Bluebell, … Continue reading Hundy Mundy