How is he, that gentle gardener?

Blackadder Walled Garden, Berwickshire. Music credit: King Creosote, live, Glasgow Concert Hall, 12 March 2020.

Language is leaving me

A film about Blackadder in the Borders. This film is for my mother, mother-in-law, my wife, and my daughter. It is also for Ella, Ena and Alice [Mrs Picken] Music … Continue reading Language is leaving me

apples on the sill of the window

A quote from ‘The Rings of Saturn’ by W G Sebald. This is for Mrs Picken.

Memories

My mother recently showed me the current edition of Colinton Magazine which contains memories of Mrs Picken and her husband. I have often shared my memories of Mrs Picken on … Continue reading Memories

Girgenti: footnotes and forget-me-nots

Introducing Girgenti At Girgenti you can still hear two girls sing. Girgenti followed Paestum From Thimble Row to Discoveries:

Discoveries at Girgenti

This is my final film on Girgenti:

Girgenti followed Paestum

It might have been the other way around: Paestum may have followed Girgenti. Nabokov once said that he “did not believe in time”. What follows is Girgenti [in the form … Continue reading Girgenti followed Paestum

It stopped me

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

Mrs Picken

Mrs Picken was an elderly widow, who day after day, year after year, left an apple on her window-sill for me as I delivered her daily paper. I have never … Continue reading Mrs Picken