winter afternoons

There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons – That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes – Heavenly Hurt, it gives us – We can find no scar, But internal difference – Where the Meanings, are – None may teach it – Any – ‘Tis the seal Despair – An imperial affliction Sent us…

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yellowcraigs

Hiya, remember me? My name is Bruce and I am 18 months old. Today I am telling you about what I think may be the best place in the world. The place called Yellowcraigs. This weekend the Tom-human is away visiting the other human that they call The Mule, although he does not walk on…

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Tantallon

The landscape of East Lothian is littered with the ruins of medieval castles. Just a stone’s throw from each other are Crichton, Dirleton, and Hailes (which I note from my archives we visited a while ago at exactly this time of year). But the most impressive is surely Tantallon, which, as we came out from…

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East Lothian textures

We went walking yesterday. It was a day of textures. Of denuded fields: . . . of seasonal abundance: . . . and decay: . . . and textural contrasts. I particularly enjoyed these sheep beneath the A1 fly-over: and these jolly curtains against a sandstone wall: We had a wander round Hailes Castle, whose…

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