I came across this inscription recently in Kirkliston Kirkyard. The inscription of the man had eroded so much that it is no longer possible to know his name.
I came across this broken tombstone in Stewarton Churchyard. It was erected by “Alex. Smith in memory of his father”. It was the inscribed words, worn, broken and shattered, that … Continue reading Shall Angels Wait
After reading me a bedtime story and putting me to bed my mum used to say, no doubt like her mother said to her when she was wee: “Sleep tight. … Continue reading Snug as a bug in a rug