from End to End
This short artistic film is about a gardener, who I call ‘the gentle gardener’. This Victorian gardener carried the same name as me. He died in 1885 aged 57 years: … Continue reading from End to End
Tag: Peter J Gordon
Craigroy [do you think memories are made of atoms too?]
Last week I visited Craigroy on the Altyre Estate. My great-great-grandparents, John Gordon and Euphemia Ferguson, raised their family here before moving to Cothall. More than 30 years ago my … Continue reading Craigroy [do you think memories are made of atoms too?]
‘The Twittering Machine’
The Guardian’s ‘Book of the Week’:
How do you respond to this statement?
Asks Mr Benn.
a summer of stormy showers
This photograph (and text) was in yesterday’s Guardian newspaper (as taken in Edinburgh two days ago!)
“Consider the perfection of the infinite unseen”
The career, and it would seem the passion and love of Peter Gordon (1823-1885) ‘the gentle gardener’, began at Newton, Rayne, in Aberdeenshire. The ‘gentle gardener’ then traveled to Edinburgh … Continue reading “Consider the perfection of the infinite unseen”
Altyre
I was delighted to find on re-visiting Altyre estate, that the Home Farm, once so weel kent tae my family, has recently opened as an Innovation School for The Glasgow … Continue reading Altyre
Cothall
140 years ago, Cothall, on the Altyre Estate, was home to four families. It is my understanding (going by the census returns and the window counts therein) that in the … Continue reading Cothall
“Every word I think of does not seem enough”
I am not religious but in coming across this gravestone by chance on Tuesday, I found myself tearful. The grave is in Clunyhill Cemetery, Forres, and the words are by … Continue reading “Every word I think of does not seem enough”
[ W A V E R L E Y ]
sixty years since they were buried in the graveyard sixty years since they were loved.
Canto Two
Dylan said listen to it pass – listen. Nabokov did not believe in it. Einstein talked about it relatively. Evidence may be bound but experience is not: Time passes time … Continue reading Canto Two
Memory Lane
My base for wandering and wondering in the north east of Scotland was the Station Hotel, Insch. I was in the Dunnydeer room and had a window view to the … Continue reading Memory Lane