I’d like to tell you that I was woven from the finest, softest strands of pure white cotton, grown in … More
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It shall pass
He looked out west over the sea. Where he was used to gilded opulence and vistas thronged with sycophancy, here … More
The Rope and the Net
Fixing up fishing nets distracts from the impatience of the world but the patterns can’t be escaped from. For five … More
I’m not racist
I’m not racist but when I was eleven years old, I wanted to go go karting for my birthday. I … More
Memory of a not so free festival
June 1970 I missed my last week at school due to some planning, friends and I had been making for … More
A Highland boy and Glasgow girls
In the twilight of his life, Donald Sutherland compiled his memoirs. Published in the 1960s, entitled ‘Highland Childhood’, it recalled … More
The rumble in the stumble
Watch those that revise history to suit their notions of the day. The predicament of an act of union signed … More
Waving to Tories on the B709
I drove on the hairpin roads by Innerleithen on Sunday, narrow enough that they were although not quite single track. … More
Helin’ air to heal Londoners
VisitScotland target Londoners for wellness breaks, but is Scotland’s tourism ready to morph again?
Do good
And so you get back into Edinburgh. You take a nap on South Clerk Street as the readiness of the … More