[Gregory’s Girl] Where Gregory [a hopeless case] left his hairt
Naebody mynds Aultdrachty noo, though lood it rattles still. Yet Aultdrachty’s watter wis’nae awas clear, an it hods a muckle saicret. Sae hearken, an hear the feech o’ the packman, … Continue reading The Aultdrachty rauchle
In what follows I have selected some of my favourite quotes from Don Quixote by Miguel De Cervantes and imaginatively/adventurously/romantically ‘linked’ them with some of my creative work:
Dunbog House, Fife, was demolished in 1952. An Eastern gable somehow survived and is now covered by ivy and surrounded by trees. This sad account of the house was given … Continue reading Dunbog House
I cannot recall when I created the above mixed-media of a room. It is probably close to 30 years ago! The sketch below was drawn by me at Bovaglia, Glen … Continue reading “We met yesterday” said the room
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”:
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 . . .
Mavisbank: Hatton House: Gladney House: Temple of Decision: Gartincaber: Rossie Castle: Auchtavan, Glen Fearder: Barnbarroch House: Meigle steading: Jerah: Straid, Comrie: Bishopfauld, Comrie: Edmonstone Estate, Edinburgh: Amisfield Estate: Kennetpans: The … Continue reading Ruins: by a ‘modern ruin’
British Psychiatry still teaches young doctors to divide the subjective from the objective. I am of the view that this is not just unrealistic but that it is harmful to … Continue reading My mind’s full of things nobody else thinks about
I have been asked to give a talk for the Deeside Heritage Society and will be giving this in Aboyne on the evening of the Thursday 19th October 2017. My … Continue reading My talk for the Deeside Heritage Society
There’s Naebody noo in the glen – lang since dwine’t awa. Dwine’t awa an deid. Littlins lachter, sing-sang, chirm and diddle As sailent noo as the shuttered plaid o’ Bovagli’. … Continue reading The Dumfoonert Loon
Tarbrax by the high road tae Forfar Donald Mcpherson far fae Bovagli’s hamely braes. Black bothies left ahind, aiver speerited in saicret. Aye! Girnoc garrons twinty each – wi’ ankers … Continue reading Din-raisin wi’ Donald.