‘Stories we tell ourselves’

Tomorrow I am going to the bookshop to buy the latest book by Richard Holloway: Stories we tell ourselves. Richard Holloway is a regular face at the Edinburgh Festivals and … Continue reading ‘Stories we tell ourselves’

on the day of his death

From the bank of the river Tweed looking towards Abbotsford I wrote a poem.  A poem to my faither. A branch of an old tree was my seat.