Capital mood music

Edinburgh is a city of moods, and it lacks both the guile and the geography to conceal them. Under blue skies and sun, its buildings reflect the light, and it beguiles with the distant glimpse of sparkling blue from the Forth, at the bottom of forever sloping streetscapes. On grey days, buildings and sky merge,

Poetry and Prose

When I pick up the pencil For tomorrow’s vote, My hand may shake Under the weight of history And expectation. Voices, now still, will echo again, And promises will resonate. The fingers of my mind Will reach and touch My grandad’s earth from Drumnafaughnan’s fields, My uncle’s blood and mud from Arras, My dad’s calculations

Escaping the babble of Westminster’s Babel – why I’m voting Yes!

Even aged 12 – Edinburgh born, living in England, Scottish Independence made sense to me. 1964 was filled with independence ceremonies: Empires were ending, countries were returning to the natural order of things –taking full responsibility for their own affairs. Why should Scotland be different?   The feeling grew when I returned to Scotland in