Rab Scott, my grandfather, was a fruit farmer and kept several orchards in Stirlingshire. He used to reminisce about the travelling folk – “tinkers” – who camped on Sheriffmuir and … Continue reading Tinkers’ Heart
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
This film is a poetic journey that seeks to ‘advance deeper into the unknown country’. From Seaton Park to the river Spey: this film is about finding love and realising … Continue reading Do you remember your first kiss? Where were you at the time?
Peter’s films about rivers and streams [please click on each image to play a different film]: The brig that spans the Wharry: Lycidas [Lendalfoot]: The Devil’s pulpit: He spoke like … Continue reading Alive in the river of light