Trees Please

We’ve peaked.  We’re sliding towards bare branches, denuded winter trees, skeletal frames that you’ll soon believe will never have leaves again.  Yes, the intensity of autumn’s colour blast looks like it’s been run through too hot a wash; its vibrancy has been siphoned off, insipid now, like an 18thCentury patient drooping from bloodletting. I walked … Continue reading Trees Please

Kelpies

Years ago I had two short-lived spells of being around horses.  Both were at the same stables, high above my hometown on the Corbally Road, a name that I now think of as aptly onomatopoeic; it sounds like something you might say to a horse instead of ‘giddy up’ – ‘cor-bally!’  Sisters, B. and S., … Continue reading Kelpies

Lashing, Splashing, Dashing

My visitors are here.  Flew in from Canada early yesterday morning.  Very early for me, as I got to see the lark-side of this city: wide-awake, bustling, industrious.  The sight of if would have made Edinburgh’s enlightened forefathers proud.  “How are you feeling?” I asked between hugs on Waverley Bridge. “Fine!” came the universal response, … Continue reading Lashing, Splashing, Dashing