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’
My mother’s family made – and lost – a fortune through marmalade. My father’s family, whisky smugglers, went on to become bankers. [This photograph features our cat Domino sleeping beside … Continue reading With cream . . .
My great-aunt, Sally Scott, died earlier this year just short of her 82nd birthday. By letter, phone, and later also by e-mail, we shared years of correspondence. Sally was such … Continue reading The land of lost content
My uncle, Guy Lindsay Scott, became Africa’s only white president on the death of President Sata on the 28th October 2014. He was in office until the following year. “I … Continue reading My uncle, who was President of Zambia
I have just read The Cherry Orchard, a play by Anton Chekhov. I was moved by it. My mind was taken back to my childhood: to Drumdruills and the orchards … Continue reading The birds are singing in the orchard
Chapter 18 of ‘This is Not yesterday’: Alec MacCallum Scott (1874 – 1928) At 3pm on Wednesday the 29th August 1928 the diary of Alexander MacCallum Scott washed up on … Continue reading The diary that washed ashore
The Two Hundredth Anniversary of Darwin’s birth Written by Dr Peter J. Gordon, 12th February 2009 Published on-line here: http://www.carlukehistory.co.uk/gallery/stories_folder/Dr_Rankin_by_Peter.pdf Two hundred years ago today, Charles Darwin was born. Aged … Continue reading How oddly all this touches me
Born backwards; could sleep standing-up, lived in a world upside-down. silent as light. grafted like a Scott; found and loved Cimbrone. Stars that shine now. The doctor (under)standing on his … Continue reading Ode to Narrative