We wandered round central Edinburgh on the Saturday morning, and included Rose Street (I don't usually bother - I'm sure I remember it as mostly pubs, and if you're not going to a pub then there doesn't seem much point). Glad we did - it was filled with poetry! Planters all the way along, with poems by the likes of Norman MacCaig and Iain Crichton Smith around each one.
I saw oystercatchers twice, last weekend - haven't seen any in years, and then I catch a couple flying over Salford - that certainly surprised me - and another pair in a field in the Pentlands. They made nicely designed bookends to a weekend in Edinburgh. We go up most years to watch Scotland play rugby. I almost said to watch them lose, but that wouldn't be fair and besides isn't wholly the point - we enjoy the trip to Murrayfield anyway, though a win is better still. We wandered round central Edinburgh on the Saturday morning, and included Rose Street (I don't usually bother - I'm sure I remember it as mostly pubs, and if you're not going to a pub then there doesn't seem much point). Glad we did - it was filled with poetry! Planters all the way along, with poems by the likes of Norman MacCaig and Iain Crichton Smith around each one. And towards the castle end a series of panels of a George Mackay Brown poem. All rather lovely. Since when I should have been hard at work preparing for the Leeds artists book fair this coming weekend. Well, I have been, but with an inevitability from which by now I really should have gleaned something, the time was nowhere near as big as the workload, so I'm suffering a certain level of panic. Shouldn't be spending time writing this, really. Back to work.
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I make prints and book arts, though nowhere near as often as I'd like - no good reason, just an inability to get on with things. I occasionally go on about landscape (with which I am mildly obsessed) and various of its elements, and I like to pass comment on exhibitions I visit. Archives
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