How is he, that gentle gardener?
Blackadder Walled Garden, Berwickshire. Music credit: King Creosote, live, Glasgow Concert Hall, 12 March 2020.
Tag: Mrs Picken
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
she makes it kinder
I will never forget a dear old lady – long since dead. She is with me every day as I hear the news. She makes it kinder.
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