I was delighted to see this photograph of Little Sparta inSaturday’s Scotsman. I met Ian Hamilton Findlay at Little Sparta in 1992. As an artist and poet few other Scots … Continue reading ‘The garden was looking glorious on a damp Summer’s day’
In childhood I was considered by my teachers as a “backward reader” and a child without promise. In adulthood I became a voracious reader interested in just about any narrative. … Continue reading “A place with no quotation marks”
It was great to see Scotland play in the Euros 2021. The long absence has been felt.
I was late, 6 minutes, 26 seconds late [to be exact] still you smiled. The statue did not matter. It was the meeting, your eyes, that smile.