Breeenge

The first part of the Easter Holidays found me in my ancestral and spiritual homeland spending part of a windfall from the ALCS (may they and their photocopiers be forever blessed). I was also on the hunt for the final pieces to the collection Hugh Bryden and I are bringing out in June. Beautiful days in Mull. Re-visited where we scattered my mother's ashes (top picture) then had a very large Highland Park in the Keel Row. Stuart Paterson tracked me down, of course, as our livers are twinned.

Just occasionally

something happens that is genuinely life affirming. People will know that I have been critical at times about aspects of Drumsleet, but I was lucky enough to be at Hampden Parkthe other day and see 10,000 folk from the town united in a paeon of spontaneous and good humoured joy. It was a genuinely moving occasion. Well done Queen of the South.

The 15th Poem

Am still searching for the 15th and last poem for my upcoming project. I had one called the '3 o'clock shadow' which dealt with the boundary between the Highlands and the Lowlands in reality and imagination but unfortunately Stuart Paterson ate it near Crianlarich.

Never mind, the search continues. See you in a week or so.