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Mick Garratt

The Shah of Thorgill and His £26 Rebellion

This is Thorgill: a tributary of the River Seven, the main drainage for Rosedale. While technically a watercourse, it is perhaps better known as a hamlet, once even managing to sustain a Methodist Chapel.

Thorgill briefly staggered into the national spotlight in the 1950s, not through any great achievement, b ...

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The whole documentary is available to watch online from the Leman Productions archive: Alastair Reid reflects on 30 years of writing for the NEW YORKER magazine, & his remarkable literary friendships with Robert Graves, Jorge Luis Borges & Pablo Neruda

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YouTubeAlastair Reid - "A RESTLESS CONTENT" - BBC Music & Arts Film Documentary 1996By LEMAN PRODUCTIONS ARCHIVE
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What with the weather being so beautiful in Scotland at the moment we are legally & morally obliged to post

It was a day peculiar to this piece of the planet,
when larks rose on long thin strings of singing
and the air shifted with the shimmer of actual angels…

—Alastair Reid (1926–2014), “Scotland”
published in WEATHERING: Poems & Translations (EP Dutton, 1978)
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"Scotland" by Alastair Reid It was a day peculiar to this piece of the planet, when larks rose on long thin strings of singing and the air shifted with the shimmer of actual angels. Greenness entered the body. The grasses shivered with presences, and sunlight stayed like a halo on hair and heather and hills. Walking into town, I saw, in a radiant raincoat, the woman from the fish-shop. "What a day it is!" cried I, like a sunstruck madman. And what did she have to say for it? Her brow grew bleak, her ancestors raged in their graves as she spoke with their ancient misery: "We’ll pay for it, we’ll pay for it, we’ll pay for it!"
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Your carolan’s blythe, bricht bird i the blackthorn bou,
this braw Voar morn, wi trill eftir spirlan trill,
tho you only ken the warld as it liggs the nou,
an nocht but a glisk concerns your chatteran bill…

—Maurice Lindsay, “On Hearin a Merle Singan (Arbroath Day, April 6th, 1946)”
published in A KIST O SKINKLAN THINGS (ASL, 2017)

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Maurice Lindsay On Hearin a Merle Singan (Arbroath Day, April 6th, 1946) Your carolan’s blythe, bricht bird i the blackthorn bou, this braw Voar morn, wi trill eftir spirlan trill, tho you only ken the warld as it liggs the nou, an nocht but a glisk concerns your chatteran bill. You feel the warm sun kissan your sparklan breist, sea-green it glints as you dirl your feathered thrapple, naithin mindit o things afore or neist wi whilk, on this day o days, I try tae grapple. Tae you, the Simmer’s come, sin the blue-gers glitters, an spinnan-Maggies stoiter aboot the lawn. It micht be sae, sin for days there’s no been a spitter o rain tae sloke the drouth o the yird’s dry pawn. Yet, fegs, the sun’s made you luik gey gilliegawky! Gin ye only kennt, there’s snaw i the heich hills yet. Ye’re no faur-seean, bird, lik the leathern baukie wha although he’s blin’s nae perturbed by the cauld or the het. As I hear you singan, merle, aa the thwartit flames o my luve for Scotland loup i my waefu hert, an six-hunnert-years-auld bluid reenges roun my veins till my stangit heid’s agley wi an orra smert ... But maist folk in Scotland noo hae the baukie’s een, caran for nocht that isnae smoorit in derk: an tho they wad praise your sang for its happy shein, at the thocht o the snaw i the hills their sauls aye lerk!
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“Most works of mountaineering literature have been written by men, and most male mountaineers are focused on the summit… But to aim for the highest point is not the only way to climb a mountain, nor is a narrative of siege and assault the only way to write about one.”

—Robert Macfarlane on the beauty & urgency of Nan Shepherd’s THE LIVING MOUNTAIN

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Literary Hub · Robert Macfarlane on the Beauty and Urgency of Nan Shepherd’s The Living MountainThe Cairngorm Mountains of north-east Scotland are Britain’s Arctic. In winter, storm winds of up to 170 miles per hour rasp the upper shires of the range, avalanches scour its slopes and northern …
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Ayont the linn; ayont the linn,
Whaur gowdan wags the gorse,
A gowk gaed cryin’: “Come ye in:
I’ve fairins in my purse…”

—William Soutar, “The Gowk”
in Collected Published Poetry, @tippermuirbooks.bsky.social 2024

April Fool’s Day is Huntigowk Day in Scotland (“gowk” is a cuckoo &, by extension, a foolish person)

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The Gowk William Soutar Ayont the linn; ayont the linn, Whaur gowdan wags the gorse, A gowk gaed cryin’: “Come ye in: I’ve fairins in my purse. My bield is o’ the diamond stane Wi’ emerant atween: My bonnie een are yours alane, An’ rubies are my een.” My faither brak a sauchy stick; My mither wal’d a stane: An’ weel l set it for the trick Tae mak the gowk my ain. The stane was set; the shot was shot; The flichterin’ burd was fund: But nocht aboot that lanely spot O’ gowd or diamond. It had nae siller for a croun; Nae rubies for its een: But a the crammasy ran doun Whaur aince its breist had been. I look’t; an’ there was nane tae see The fairin I had taen: I hung it on a roden-tree An’ left it a’ alane.
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“For if we do find answers for how to brave the present, with its floods and fires, and still keep the faith, they won’t come from us alone. They will come from the strength that results from a tightened weave, story after story, between ourselves and our places.”

—from Jenny Odell’s Afterword to the US edition of Nan Shepherd’s THE LIVING MOUNTAIN, published in 2025 by Scribner

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The Nation · Why “The Living Mountain” EnduresNan Shepard’s classic of nature writing and memoir is an education in how to reorient one's attention to a landscape and its lifeforms, human and nonhuman.
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“This is a perfect, hearty, oat-y bread with a lovely ginger flavor. It’s delicious and moist when fresh, but still excellent toasted and buttered the next day”

The History in the Making website shares F. Marian McNeill’s recipe for Broonie – a traditional oatmeal gingerbread from Orkney

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History in the Making · BroonieBroonie is a traditional oatmeal gingerbread from the Orkney Islands in Scotland. This particular recipe comes from the folklorist F. Marian McNeill, who collected traditional recipes for her 1929 …
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