Hame

So you think you know what it is to be Scottish? Well, read ‘Hame’ by Annalena MacAfee. It is a lovely book. This is my “Review”:

‘Like the deck of a ship’

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’

The Birnam Oak

My mother recently gave me her grandfather’s letter opener. It was made from the wood of an ancient Birnam oak. Wilfrid Lawson Gibson, my mother’s grandfather, was a Major in … Continue reading The Birnam Oak

The Rock

Clive Wright, the Makar of Stirling, wrote this sonnet: Rachel Fiona Gordon receiving her Dux Medal at Wallace High: Andrew Robert Gordon catching a rugby ball:  

Argyll

I was most fortunate that throughout my childhood I was able to spend the summer months in Argyll. My uncle, John Gibson Scott, had a cottage high above the shores … Continue reading Argyll

‘a small wayside Inn’

The Woodside Hotel, Doune, has a special place in the history of both my mother’s family and my father’s family. Today it remains a special place for all our family. … Continue reading ‘a small wayside Inn’

The brig that spans the Wharry

The Wharry glen is a magical place. The glen nestles between Bridge of Allan and Dunblane. Under the old stone Wharry bridge I wrote in chalk “That was lovely”. The … Continue reading The brig that spans the Wharry

The birds are singing in the orchard

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