The All-Founting Knowledge of Spout: The Melting of the Moors and Braes


This afternoon on Radio 3, there was a short program on Celtic Connections featuring a certain Kate Morrison. In it she spoke of the Scots tongue and the Nature that inflected it. She talked of larks and birch trees, hills and snow, burns and streams. And she finished quite succinctly by saying:

If everyone had and intimate familiarity with place everything would be better...

It is this intimacy - this familiarity that encompasses 'Family' in its fullest biodiverse sense - that I have honed over the years. I often think of it as a 'relationship' that precedes and enables all other relationships. To live on the top floor of a building and not pay any attention to its subsiding foundations is just plain stupid.


















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