Monthly Archives: August 2012

A small kindness

I set off today on my Saturday eight mile walk, on what felt like the hottest day of the year (not that there have been too many of those to choose from this summer), my shorts, a light tee-shirt, and … Continue reading

Posted in Life with Frances | Leave a comment

The more, the merrier

Among my earliest memories of my father, a quiet, hard-working, decent man, is going down with him to the vegetable patch he worked and cultivated, in the south west of Glasgow. For although he spent most of his life in … Continue reading

Posted in Notes and Tales | Leave a comment