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”:
I had to go under our floorboards to sort out some cabling. It was there, underneath the real world, that I found this old crisp packet from 1989. Do you … Continue reading lost and yet preserved
Yesterday five ducks descended from the sky to our wee pond. It felt to me as if they had arrived ‘out of the Real’. [The words above were written by … Continue reading out of the Real
Yesterday Andrew ran the Stirling half-marathon and ran his best time yet. We enjoyed cheering on all the runners. In-between starting and finishing times we wandered around auld Stirling stopping … Continue reading Stirling Marathon
Yesterday I met up with a musician in the National Portrait Gallery, Edinburgh. But first of all I went to say hello to Robert Louis Balfour Stevenson. His bust was … Continue reading And the artist . . .
Cherry trees flowering in the play-park beside our house. From the garden I heard a grandfather who was playing hide-and-seek with his grandchild: “coming, ready or not!”
Kennetpans, an estate on the river Forth near the Kincardine Bridge, used to belong to my grandfather’s grandfather, Bob Scott (the man standing tall in a hat). Here is my … Continue reading ‘Like the deck of a ship’
We live beside the Nineveh Fountain in Bridge of Allan. A few photographs from today and a few discoveries from yesteryear:
This film is my dedication to Scott Walker (1943-2019)
a blue that opens up to the world where love might be found.
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
A poem by the Makar of Stirling: A film by Peter: