Yesterday, we were at a birthday celebration at SCOTTS in Port Edgar. My wee sister Gillian will be fifty in December and her husband Richie is fifty this Tuesday. Also … Continue reading Port Edgar
artist backwards [I was young] I walked into science. My Granny loved to tell how I could sleep whilst still standing: an ability that I lost before my Granny died. … Continue reading Let me share this story one day
My mother provided wonderful birthday parties for all her children. Such that I still half-tingle and half-tickle with the memory of childhood birthday parties.
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I have been part of several generations to consider our latest wallpaper as the “height of fashion”. I have also lived long enough to find later generations to consider ‘our’ … Continue reading wallpaper
A special person has given me the opportunity to hear a Borders fairm-toun sing. I am going to take my mum with me as the singing begins on the day … Continue reading the fairm-toun sang
Last week I came across the above gravestone in Stewarton Churchyard and it stopped me. Mrs Picken was an elderly widow, who day after day, year after year, left an … Continue reading It stopped me
We all try our wee best. Objectivity is a shared determination to reach towards distant skies. This is why exploring minds will always matter! Hole Ousia cannot offer an overarching “understanding” … Continue reading an umbilical cord
My mother recently gave me her grandfather’s letter opener. It was made from the wood of an ancient Birnam oak. Wilfrid Lawson Gibson, my mother’s grandfather, was a Major in … Continue reading The Birnam Oak
The poet Tomas Tranströmer said: The following account of St. Columba`s Yew on the island of Bernera was written by Paul Greenwood: “Bernera is a tiny tidal isle to the … Continue reading St Columba’s Yew
Last Thursday we were lucky enough to be in the audience of Mairi Campbell who was performing Auld Lang Syne at the Macrobert Arts Centre, Stirling. It was most special … Continue reading Auld Lang Syne