MACBETH CELEBRATED his fourteenth birthday yesterday. If it’s true that dogs count seven years for every human one that makes him ninety eight, which elevates him to the distinction of being a grand old man. It can only be a couple of months until he hits the century when no doubt we can expect The Telegram, delivered by First Class Corgi.
TWO DIGNIFIED cast iron hounds guarding the front door and Isaac, the real-life whippet, welcome visitors to Hospitalfield House, on the outskirts of Arbroath. Hospitalfield was established in 1900 by the legacy of Patrick and Elizabeth Allan-Fraser as Scotland’s first art school and it continues today as a centre dedicated to contemporary art.
Sing a song of sixpence / A pocketful of rye / Four and twenty blackbirds / Baked in a pie …
COLOUR AND sound underscore spring for me. I used to wonder which might be the more important sense if, for instance, I lost my sight but retained my hearing – and vice versa.
INKA WAS guddling about in a dirty corner of an old walled garden we sometimes walk through. He was on the scent of something intoxicating and wasn’t for coming to heel.