‘Like the deck of a ship’

Kennetpans, an estate on the river Forth near the Kincardine Bridge, used to belong to my grandfather’s grandfather, Bob Scott (the man standing tall in a hat). Here is my … Continue reading ‘Like the deck of a ship’

The land of lost content

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

The birds are singing in the orchard

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

The diary that washed ashore

Chapter 18 of ‘This is Not yesterday’: Alec MacCallum Scott (1874 – 1928) At 3pm on Wednesday the 29th August 1928 the diary of Alexander MacCallum Scott washed up on … Continue reading The diary that washed ashore