The sounds of the Garrel

Vairy early on a spring morning, the year afore last – I went luikin in the Kilsyth foothills for a God. In the Garrel Glen, a journey into experience began. … Continue reading The sounds of the Garrel

‘The garden was looking glorious on a damp Summer’s day’

I was delighted to see this photograph of Little Sparta inSaturday’s Scotsman. I met Ian Hamilton Findlay at Little Sparta in 1992. As an artist and poet few other Scots … Continue reading ‘The garden was looking glorious on a damp Summer’s day’

‘The largest funeral ever witnessed in Kilsyth’

Last week, in the very early hours of Sunday morning, I went for a walk in Garrel Glen. I then followed the “Tak ma doon Road” to Kilsyth. There, wandering … Continue reading ‘The largest funeral ever witnessed in Kilsyth’