Scotiana

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Words rise out of the country. They are around us. In every month in the year we are surrounded by words.
(Shall Gaelic Die? Iain Crichton Smith)
Winter has its own dictionary, the words are a blizzard building a tower of Babel. Its grammar is like snow.
(Shall Gaelic Die? Iain Crichton Smith)
Time flies…
St Valentine’s red [...]

A good festival should be an encounter: with ideas, people, cultures and the landscape.
It should look outwards but rejoice at the best of what’s local.
Adrian Turpin . Festival Director

For those who, like us, cannot attend the Wigtown Book Festival this year, we invite you to browse the program, which, in itself, delivers much information on [...]

The tents began to go up. There was a specially large pavillion, so big that the tree that grew in the field was right inside it, and stood proudly near one end, at the head of the chief table. Lanterns were hung on all its branches. More promising still (to the hobbits’ mind) : an [...]