I will shout to the top about Drumdruills! This fruit farm and orchard was that of my grandfather. Music credit: ‘Shout to the top’ (a brilliant cover of a Style … Continue reading Shout to the top
My mother’s family made – and lost – a fortune through marmalade. My father’s family, whisky smugglers, went on to become bankers. [This photograph features our cat Domino sleeping beside … Continue reading With cream . . .
My great-aunt, Sally Scott, died earlier this year just short of her 82nd birthday. By letter, phone, and later also by e-mail, we shared years of correspondence. Sally was such … Continue reading The land of lost content
I have just read The Cherry Orchard, a play by Anton Chekhov. I was moved by it. My mind was taken back to my childhood: to Drumdruills and the orchards … Continue reading The birds are singing in the orchard