I came across “the Snapping Doctor” by chance whilst reading through the archives of the British Medical Journal: fez
On Thursday 6th July 2017, on a wet summer morning, I set off to find the deserted village of Pitmiddle, in the Carse of Gowrie, Perthshire. What follows is a … Continue reading Pitmiddle village
T S Eliot rooted poems about ideas in very specific places. He was very interested in yew trees: The following film is on the Fortingall Yew. Time passes. Listen.
I honestly forget when it was that I wrote this Doric poem. It must be considerably more than ten years ago! This poem celebrates long life and particularly long life that … Continue reading Beyont Mizzerment!