Let us turn to our poet’s windows

In the attic of Upper Quoigs I came across a scatter of left-behinds, all plastered with pigeon poo: an album by Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band; Julius Caesar ‘Thinking it over’, … Continue reading Let us turn to our poet’s windows

Upper Quoigs

Early this morning I visited the abandoned farm of Upper Quoigs, Greenloaning. In the attic of Upper Quoigs I came across a scatter of left-behinds, all plastered with pigeon poo: … Continue reading Upper Quoigs

The Roundel

Early this morning I headed north from Bridge of Allan. I stopped five miles on, at the Roundel. The inscribed stone, that once stood central in the Roundel, was removed to … Continue reading The Roundel