Last of Horse Wynd

Those who may be familar with some of the words and images that I share on hole ousia [a non-existent place] will be aware of my fascination with archives! Archives, … Continue reading Last of Horse Wynd

“Just doing, speaking, writing . . . “

Last Sunday we were in Edinburgh to meet a cousin of my mother’s but having arrived early had some time to wander. Twenty five years earlier, one of my first … Continue reading “Just doing, speaking, writing . . . “