It has been way too long. And they say you only recognise the true value of something when it’s gone, but that’s not quite true. You can only miss something once you’ve realised it’s gone. And sometimes to realise you need to be reminded. Like receiving a postcard or seeing a painting or a video of a place full of memories – but memories consigned by the years to the archives of your mind – is like opening a door Continue Reading
A Scottish Clearlake? Surely he means a ‘loch’? James Berry laments the passing of the separatist approach for Mull. There is a fucking chandelier in our line of sight! Actually there are six of them hanging over the whole of this plush interior. There is carpet! White plaster moulds of babies in the buff, clinging for dear life to shields around the upper perimeter of the room! Individually lit sunken wall spots for portrait paintings (!), replaced in this instance Continue Reading