History is revealed by crumbling brick courses and corrugated iron poking from willowherb-strewn rubble.
Every thorn is picked out, every drupelet of each blackberry shines. In Scotland the ‘blessed bramble’ had amazing healing properties.
Come September, my yearning for a Keatsian beaker full of the warm south was growing stronger, and the prospect was getting closer.
The man takes a step back, and looks again at the girls amid the flowers.
The lights have gone on, and off, continuously, at Bell Rock Lighthouse for over 200 years.
Three generations are looking out across the fields and woods. My father pulls on his cup of tea. His eyes are on the horizon, where the saddle between two distinctive hills frames the view.
‘This has been an experience, alright.’ How recently-discovered letters to a sister in Edinburgh have breathed new life into a young Scottish casualty of the Korean War, which ended 70 years ago this month.
Why did wool go out of fashion? And are Britain's sheep an endangered species
Come with me to Poets’ Corner Let’s visit the house at the end of the block. Through the dooryard where the lilacs last bloom’d,