This has been quite an eventful week, I suppose in the fullness of time we should expect, at this the darkest and coldest part of the year, that some old friends might simply fade away. The year began with what I took to be an aberration, and that was in…
My grandson has just informed me that at 12noon he is going back to bed. The reason, is of course that he stayed up until 4.30 last night listening to the election result. And for the first time, I thought back to the days of yore, when I was his…
May I start by thanking the few of you who have taken the trouble to come and say how much you have enjoyed the blog posts, so I thought it was incumbent upon me to sit down and write another! I had thought about writing about politics, but the only…
What appears to be many moons ago, I did write a book about the history of Dalgarven Mill, and its eventual transformation through the Manpower Services Commission exercise into the really rather nice set of historical buildings that you see today. Two things have happened recently. The first thing that…
When Moira and I came to Dalry in 1973, we had hardly settled in when there was a loud knock at our imposing front door. On opening it, I found a dapper gentleman who introduced himself immediately as Bill Gorman, our local councellor: he welcomed us to his town and…
