A Memorable Day For Mrs Fridge

I would have loved to have met Mrs Fridge: to hear her to recite her poems and share her childhood memories. History should not forget special folk like Mrs Fridge.

The Fleuron

Monday past was unseasonably mild. On this day I pedalled my bike back to the Wharry glen [the place of my earliest memory]. On a stone, in the middle of … Continue reading The Fleuron

Stevenson’s cave

This is the cave on the river Allan that Robert Louis Stevenson felt had always been “a part of me”. My family used to own Drumdruils, where the cave is … Continue reading Stevenson’s cave