I have written my heart in my poems

I visited Little Tullybelton last Sunday [5th July 2020]. I found a forlorn scene. Detritus surrounded the abandoned farm of Little Tullybelton. The smell of degrading waste was overwhelming. The … Continue reading I have written my heart in my poems

‘Two inner gates’

16 April 1809, Marieville, Stirling: ‘Got the two inner gates at the back of the house put up. They were made out of part of the Lime trees that grew … Continue reading ‘Two inner gates’

MARIEVILLE

It is likely that you will have never heard of: I had not heard of it either. It once stood tall on Upper Bridge Street, Stirling, and was one of … Continue reading MARIEVILLE

Lacunar Strevelinense

A film that shares the ‘STIRLING HEADS’: ‘Lacunar Strevelinense : A Collection of Heads, etched and engraved after the carved work which formerly decorated the roof of the King’s Room … Continue reading Lacunar Strevelinense

Can you make sense of this?

The Roundel Stone

S Y M B O L I C

‘Real science’, it is said, should be based on what science considers credible. This is one of the ‘Rules of Science’, and is necessary if we are to quantify understanding. … Continue reading S Y M B O L I C

Tam o’Shanter letter

Burn’s Nicht 2008. Recital by Andrew R. Gordon:

The Echo of Friars’ Carse

Captain Robert Riddell of  Frairs Carse had built a small “ivied cot” folly called the ‘Hermitage’ in the Crow Wood, a secluded part of the estate and just a few … Continue reading The Echo of Friars’ Carse

The sparkling Tay is there!

The heron, made of iron, had aged rusty, quite beautifully so. The heron’s vital long toes, always a little ungainly, left more so by weather and time. The  heron, fallen … Continue reading The sparkling Tay is there!

O M P H A L O S notebook

Rachel gave me this lovely present for Father’s Day. [In collecting ideas for my short films, I have filled so many ‘commonplace books’ with marginalia,  poems and scribbles . . … Continue reading O M P H A L O S notebook

‘The largest funeral ever witnessed in Kilsyth’

Last week, in the very early hours of Sunday morning, I went for a walk in Garrel Glen. I then followed the “Tak ma doon Road” to Kilsyth. There, wandering … Continue reading ‘The largest funeral ever witnessed in Kilsyth’