I have been fascinated by newspaper columns forever.
That endlessly complex, endlessly adaptable, but also endlessly fragile phenomenon we are inclined to think of as “the environment”, has just been dealt what could yet prove to be a mortal wound.
I am not much of a marcher in the name of good causes. In fact, I have never marched.
JIM CRUMLEY — Glasgow School of Art fire: Renewal not replacement is what Mackintosh would have wanted
Sometimes architecture can achieve more than the sum of its parts, so that it creates not just a building but a presence in the hearts and minds of those who, for one reason or another, rub shoulders with it.
So, that has got rid of the backward spring then.
My old home town’s ambition to become a tourism destination specialising in cruise liners scares the hell out of me.
I took part in a nature writing festival at the Royal Botanic Gardens in Edinburgh at the weekend. It was called Connect With Nature.
Between the years of 1870 and 1994, more than 10,000 people were buried in Dundee in unmarked graves. I am no-one’s idea of a historian, so this is not the kind of information I normally carry around in my head.
A mountain hare and a raven met to discuss the events of recent times.