I was delighted to be asked to attend two wonderful events as part of North Light Arts’ Natural Magic Project in Dunbar.
I get the train from Dunbar to Edinburgh and back again at least twice a week. In a bid to keep me sane and to put this time to work. I am challenging myself to write a poem in the 20 minute journey home. I will attempt not to write or edit these outwith the train journey. Be kind then, they are only way-hame poems.
Our Scottish history is not a fixed thing. It changes under observation and through investigation. We would be fools to think we are done with it, that it is written. We would be fools to think our history is done with us, its secrets spilled, and that it has been spoken by all those who should speak it, heard by all those who should hear it.