“I was thinking of all the young people being sent to fight by Putin, and thinking that they, and their families, are probably wondering – Why?”
‘An Irish Airman Foresees His Death’
When Suits Were ‘For Best’
“My family are Irish. Seamus Heaney is Irish, and many of the images he uses and ways of life he describes, are familiar to me.”
Of Independent Mind
The pandemic enforced absence of Burns suppers has given me a chance to revisit my thoughts on Scotland’s most famous son, and has forced me to ask a really important fundamental question.
Sonnet 60: Like as the waves make towards the pebbl’d shore
“Like as the waves make towards the pebbl’d shore”
When the grass dances
With over 70 poems and over 80 images the collection is a substantial harvest, yet the artists feel they have more to bring in and hope to do so in future exhibitions and in book form.
Stone-Age-Ice-Houses?
“Idea: What if the Neolithic Farmers of Orkney had Ice Houses. For storing meat packed in snow/ice, between layers of straw?
” The finder found”
“Yourself, the gatherer gathered, the finder found,” Edwin Muir
There Will Come Soft Rains
“There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground”
Foy For The Planet: An Evening of Music & Poetry
It will take place on Wednesday, 10th November at 7.30pm, at The Milestone Community Church in Dounby,
‘Scotland small ?’
“Scotland small? Our multiform, our infinite Scotland small?”- Hugh MacDiarmid
