This pottery witch was made a long time ago by my youngest daughter, so it’s just right to start a post on Hallowe’en! My grand-daughter and I made this lantern yesterday. I know it was a small cultivar – wee be little – but this is ridiculous. It’s a testament to how poor the summer… Read More »
My head is full of the random wispy ends of things I’ve been doing lately, places I’ve been, people I’ve met, books I’ve dipped into. Thus: By Leaves We Live – the Scottish Poetry Library’s Bookfair, which features some of the most beautiful independent publications you are likely to see anywhere. I met several friends,… Read More »
Abbey Craig High on the grey rockautumn lights a burning torchoak among alders. It’s like watching a slow fire from my window. The beeches are turning coppery, the birch yellow, the maples red and the sycamores every shade of flame from sepia to bronze. Bringing Lucy home from school is complicated by leaf scuffling and… Read More »
This is pretty much the view from my window just now.It’s grey and wet and the sky is heavy with featureless cloud. The leaves are turning, thanks to all the frosty nights and clear bright days we had last week and the last apples, too high to pick, are like copper buttons on the trees… Read More »
An evening of singing, story-telling and poetry (from fellow Red Squirrel poet Anne Connolly and myself) in Lauriston Hall, Lauriston Place Edinburgh, 7:30. Please come along if you are in the area – it should be a great night!
For the last few days, the nights have been cold and frosty, and the days bright, clear and warm. The work on the roof has gone without a hitch, and it should be finished today. It’s been lovely. The flowers are doing their final fling. The leaves are turning. We haven’t had too many blueberries,… Read More »
This is not a re-run of Hurricane Bawbag. After thirty years, the slates are breaking up, every wind lifts a few more, and rain and condensation is getting into the upstairs rooms, so we are having the front of our house re-roofed. There is noise and dust everywhere and I’m camping out in the kitchen… Read More »