A Doric poem
I wrote this poem ower twanty years ago. It is aboot a wee babblin’ burn still flowin’ in hills beyont aiveryday time. Naebody mynds Aultdrachty noo, though lood it rattles … Continue reading A Doric poem
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Squint
This calotype, taken in Forres, circa 1882, includes my father’s grandfather, John Gordon [seated in the centre]. If you look closely you will see that he has a squint. John … Continue reading Squint
More of a journey than a gateway
Tomorrow is the state funeral of Queen Elizabeth II. This short film is based on our Queen’s last journey from Balmoral. More of a journey than a gateway: To play … Continue reading More of a journey than a gateway