There’s Naebody noo in the glen – lang since dwine’t awa. Dwine’t awa an deid. Littlins lachter, sing-sang, chirm and diddle As sailent noo as the shuttered plaid o’ Bovagli’. … Continue reading The Dumfoonert Loon
Tarbrax by the high road tae Forfar Donald Mcpherson far fae Bovagli’s hamely braes. Black bothies left ahind, aiver speerited in saicret. Aye! Girnoc garrons twinty each – wi’ ankers … Continue reading Din-raisin wi’ Donald.
If only I could soar as an eagle to see the world as I cannot. I am a magpie in black and white, in flight through clouds, seeking colour. I … Continue reading Magpie
In this film, I endeavour to contrast Peter and Sian harmony with any science out-of-tune with philosophy: I had a project as a tiny boy from omphalos Music credit: Sian said “oh Peter, … Continue reading I had a project as a little boy