I have been scraping our rusty and paint-flaked garden gate. This gate dates back to 1880, the same date as our house. I wonder how many folk have opened and … Continue reading More of a journey than a gateway
These films about Edinburgh are for my mum and dad. Mrs Picken, an elderly widow, who day after day, year after year, left an apple on her window-sill for me … Continue reading For my mum and dad
I am no gatekeeper.