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Category: Arts

  • Rara aves

    I have so much to say about the past two weeks, some very overdue meet ups have taken place and I don’t have the words to express how happy most of these have made me.  Some pictures below, just from the weekend, including three of me, unheard of.  Firstly, my old friend Sherry was passing…

  • Trunc

    Nunc dimittis. Time to move on and enjoy something new, once  that something has a shape, form and name. In the meantime, I have been out and about, in the unseasonable sunshine.  We were in Glasgow for the Steve Vai gig,  same night as Springsteen so the town was hoachin’.   Little Stevie Vai was terrific…

  • Transport of delight

    Insert train pun of choice here, The Flying Scotsman’s tour of the new Borders railway and the Fife Circle has been reinstated.  Somehow they found a gauger gadgie, and on a Saturday too.  I wouldn’t like to be at the “lessons learned” meeting for that one, but I shall happily try to capture its image…

  • Déja view

    I have an awful lot  to do just now,  paperwork is mounting visibly and I really need to find a new job, so the obvious thing to do on a sunny, cold Saturday morning was go right back to Vane Farm and climb that hill again.  Happily, although we didn’t see the reds this time,…

  • A Sunday Post

    A couple of more up to date pictures below.  Yesterday I was in Dundee to meet Sheena Wellington. I spent a completely fascinating three hours singing, talking about singing, discussing songs, more singing, and came away with a year’s worth of reference material.   Sheena has a prodigious knowledge of song and was immensely generous with…

  • Meles Meles

    “In the real dark night of the soul it is always three o’clock in the morning.” F. Scott Fitzgerald. (Attr.).  To be honest I read that in a Snoopy cartoon in the 80s, back when I thought the Daily Mail practised ethical journalism.  And in the interests of veracity, it is only 02:50. I am surprised…

  • Starman

    The interweb was awash yesterday with grief and astonishment, after the news broke of Bowie’s passing.  As is the way of these things, I was looking at his son’s Twitter feed when the death was confirmed, elliptically.  Better voices than mine have aired the pain, but for what it’s worth he was indeed the ultimate…

  • Circulation

    There’s a word to think about, circulation figures governed my life when I worked for Menzies.  Movement of any kind in the transport sense is a huge issue for us just now and my husband had that full throttle last night as he attempted to get to Glasgow from The Bay,  and in the sense…

  • Dunroamin

    I have looked back at the most recent pages of btw and it seems that I keep apologising for not making regular updates.  I shan’t do that this time, therefore. Instead, some pictures.  We went, ironically as things turn out, to Bo’ness for the first time, and dropped in at the Motor Museum.  It has…

  • Next stop

    As most of my life is lived on board a train just now, some shots below from a wee half day out to Kirkcaldy, to view this most excellent work:- The Great Tapestry of Scotland There are some thoughts of my band After 8 Mince as well, we sing a lot of songs about trains,…