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AAT 1
The inaugural AAT was held on Sunday, I am not putting the full description here because it will just draw traffic from search bots. Suffice to say, it was won handsomely by Emily Sanderson, with a gallant runner up in Julia Sanderson. Diana, Caroline and Nigel took the Mary & Paul rôles (harsh but fair,…
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Olds and news
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National Poetry Day
Rosemary and I exchanged poems yesterday, both by Norman MacCaig. Blue tit on a string of peanuts A cubic inch of some stars weighs a hundred tons – Blue tit, who could measure the power of your tiny spark of energy? Your hair-thin legs (one north-east, one due west) support a scrap of volcano, four…
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Lily Beag
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Not as far as you think
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Helical
A glorious early autumn day, after a walk on Aberdour beach we called in by the Kelpies, got the only free car park space (thank you to Grandma Lil, who exerts her influence from upstairs at times like these). Despite the pylons and power lines, there are an infinite number of photo opportunities, although it…
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Beggar’s mantle
If you haven’t already gathered, we live in the Kingdom of Fife, which King James VI described as “beggar’s mantle fringed wi’ gowd”, a reference to the fishing and trading villages of the coast. Whilst it’s a handy and memorable phrase, especially in terms of the economics prevalent at the time, it has been superseded. Not…
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Naming the Day
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Borders, Without
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Reception on board Britannia
Last night I was honoured to attend the reception hosted by the Consul General of Russia in Scotland, Andrey Pritsepov, on board the Royal Yacht Britannia, to commemorate the 75th anniversary of the first Arctic Convoy, Dervish. Surviving veterans and recipients of the Ushakov medal, Russia’s highest naval award, were guests of honour. I have…

