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Drislane

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    Gossip From The Forest - Sara Maitland
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    Fishing village, Kincardinshire coast.
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    Words. Courage. Colours. Mountains. Mod culture.

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  1. The Byron/Brand comparison made me smile, Signor. Maybe a collaboration of some kind? Which section to file it though?
  2. I have ordered Sea Room today. I look forward to it immensely. Thank you so much for the recommendation, Claire. Findings by Kathleen Jamie will always be a very special book for me. I do feel that the enjoyment of a very good work on the natural world is often as rewarding as time actually spent outdoors. Both bring to mind TS Eliot's lines from "Little Gidding" - The end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.
  3. I spend most weekends out of doors – walking and climbing all across the Cairngorms National Park. My love of the outdoors influences my reading – without question. Amongst the Behemoths of the Robert Macfarlane trilogy, Waterlog by Roger Deakin, The Spell of the Sensuous by David Abram (Thank you, Camilla) and others on my bookshelf, real and virtual, now sits a little gem of a book I recently found in Waterstones in Aberdeen. It’s not big, it’s not bold, and it probably gets elbowed by the others on my shelf when I am not looking, but it is a beautiful read. It’s ‘How to Connect with Nature’ by Tristan Gooley, published by Macmillan and part of The School of Life series of books. For me the beauty of this book is that it reaches back from the wild open spaces to the urban, even indoors to awaken a sense of the natural world. It invites you to connect in ways you may not have thought of. Well worth a look. Works relating to the natural world, to the outdoors; any further recommendations?
  4. Once resurrected from the dead and acquainted with word ...........George Gordon Byron.
  5. Post your favourite "classic" poem

    Two weeks ago I walked and climbed through the Cairngorms using, in part, an old droving road - Jock's Road. It brought to mind one of my favourite poems. The Way Through The Woods, by Rudyard Kipling. They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again, And now you would never know There was once a road through the woods Before they planted the trees. It is underneath the coppice and heath, And the thin anemones. Only the keeper sees That, where the ring-dove broods, And the badgers roll at ease, There was once a road through the woods. Yet, if you enter the woods Of a summer evening late, When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools Where the otter whistles his mate, (They fear not men in the woods, Because they see so few.) You will hear the beat of a horse's feet, And the swish of a skirt in the dew, Steadily cantering through The misty solitudes, As though they perfectly knew The old lost road through the woods. But there is no road through the woods.
  6. For me, Martin McDonagh - London Irish Playwright - Drama with an edge - "Someday I'll write a romantic comedy where hardly anyone gets murdered at all!"
  7. I have a number of preferences when it come to selecting my reading material. I have come to live with mine. I would be fascinated to hear of others on here? One is to be much more excited at the prospect of reading a less acclaimed work from a much lauded author. The recently read 'Ablutions' is a classic example of this! A second is the desire to read at length the generally acknowledged worst exponent of a particular genre of form. Examples would be the recently topical reading test between Dickens and Bulwer-Lytton, one a titan of literature, the other a much ridiculed peer. My attention was immediately drawn to the work of Bulwer-Lytton! Several hours I intend to while away that I will never get back! Another would be some of the great Scottish poets and one William Topaz McGonagall, recognised as probably the worst poet in British history. I should confess at the juncture to holding William in high esteem by virtue of two facts. The first is that he raised awfulness to an art form. Don't snigger. That is more difficult than you might think! The second and perhaps most commendable is that he cared not an iota for anyone's opinion of his own work apart from his good self! To the second question of the post then. Can anyone point me in the direction of any other glorious examples of awfulness raised to an art form in any particular genre?
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