A common pastime at my primary school was collecting and swapping scraps – die-cut paper images.  The scrapbook was an old paperback, each page containing a single scrap or a set of scraps – the same design in different sizes.  At playtime, collectors exchanged scrap books and thumbed through the pages, poking scraps of interest out of the top of the book before beginning trade negotiations.

Simple pleasures.

2021

Pandemic couture

2018

The Tunnocks Madonna

Far away and long ago

An ounce of mother is worth a ton of priest

I beg your pardon, I never promised you a gnome garden

A winter’s tale

Weyward sisters

Pictures at an exhibition

2017

A critical juncture

Starry messenger

Dialogue concerning the two chief world systems

The past is a foreign country

Dr Finlay, I presume

2015

An angel at my table

2013

The monk’s legacy