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’
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 words within this image are from ‘Offshore’ by Penelope Fitzgerald.
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
I recently transferred old family slide images to digital format. Of the 1000 or so images, I was particularly struck by the panoramic, yet intimate nature of the photographs of … Continue reading The city is yours
Last week I was part of a gathering of minds to consider a project to bring together the “villas of the Esk’ for [what seems like] a forgotten landscape of special … Continue reading Penicuik enlightens
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