The sounds of the Garrel

Vairy early on a spring morning, the year afore last – I went luikin in the Kilsyth foothills for a God. In the Garrel Glen, a journey into experience began. … Continue reading The sounds of the Garrel

Told with an evident truth as unflinching as it is tender

I recently read Father and Son by the writer and poet  Edmund Gosse. This ‘memoir’ was written in 1907 and subtitled ‘a study of two temperaments.’ I was reminded of … Continue reading Told with an evident truth as unflinching as it is tender

‘The garden was looking glorious on a damp Summer’s day’

I was delighted to see this photograph of Little Sparta inSaturday’s Scotsman. I met Ian Hamilton Findlay at Little Sparta in 1992. As an artist and poet few other Scots … Continue reading ‘The garden was looking glorious on a damp Summer’s day’

Hails the hills

Isn’t this a most wonderful creative project! [As reported in the Scotsman 27 June 2021]