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 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’

Where eagles soar (part 2)

Given such infamous inextricability, you may not be surprised to learn that Camlet John had brothers, and his elder brother Joseph is of particular interest. For clarity this Joseph has … Continue reading Where eagles soar (part 2)