I struck gold yesterday – in the packing of a box of unpainted pebbles, hand selected, no doubt from the pebble ridge at Westward Ho! Many were primed ready for painting, some untouched, and one half-painted in orange gloss. The small cardboard box, labelled in Dad’s handwriting “STONES – UNPAINTED” was packed rather oddly with read more…
Of the various odd jobs that Dad did over the course of his life, the one written on my birth certificate is “Forester”. Our parents were, at the time, running Scotland’s first youth hostel in the borders – Broadmeadows Youth Hostel – having left the city to follow a rural-driven dream. Dad promptly left his read more…
I am curating and recording my father Graham’s artwork posthumously, at present, on behalf of our family. It is rather a long job! So to keep me company, you are invited to join me here on this journey, and contribute if you would like to. I guess I’m quite well placed to do, what I read more…
