Tuesday, 22 November 2016

[North 15] A walk through the city

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She slid herself off the edge, remembering at the last minute to bend her knees like Arkel had taught her when they were climbing in the cav...
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Sunday, 6 November 2016

Sundays at school; a class rebellion; school in wartime

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'Our sunday walk at Wellington, sunday afternoons, was either around to Belleisle Conservatory and back along the beach, or the other wa...
Friday, 4 November 2016

Churches, maypoles, and the dangers of lochs - stories from my grandma

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'The parish church that we went to when we were at school had box pews. You would go into the pew and you could shut the door. Each pew ...
Thursday, 19 May 2016

across the fields for afternoon tea - stories from my grandma's photo album

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Darvel, Aug. 1933 "That was taken at my grandmother's house. She was Jean --Jeanie. Mum's name was Annie, and she hated...
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Wednesday, 23 March 2016

granny came to meet us - stories from my grandma's photo album

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"Mum started that [photo] album for me when I was knee high to a grasshopper. I don't know who that first one is, on the beach....
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Sunday, 18 October 2015

a mad god's dream

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" But Edinburgh is a mad god’s dream   Fitful and dark, " -  Hugh MacDiarmid  (1892–1978): “Edinburgh” So I travell...
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Wednesday, 23 September 2015

[North 11] a friend of thieves

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Irena dipped a hand into the bucket and scattered a handful of the dry sand. "I didn't do anything. At least...I was hungry, so I...
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