This poem, featured in yesterday’s newspaper. On first reading, I cried.
These, now inert indicators of life, have been ‘retrieved’ from ‘the Carse’. I intend not to ‘restore them’ but to arrange them in oor gairden. A new way of life … Continue reading the Carse
Yesterday, low clouds – almost a mist – cast a subdued light on the village of Bridge of Allan. Here are a few images from my local walk during lockdown:
Like ever so many, Hole Ousia would like Edinburgh’s old Royal High to become a Music School [see films below and previous Hole Ousia posts] Unfortunately, Hotel developers have revived … Continue reading “Developers revive bid”