Colonies Yard Sale – what will be where – Sunday, 22nd May
Stockbridge Colonies residents will be setting up shop in their gardens tomorrow and look forward to selling all manner of merchandise. Each participating household is […]
Read moreColonies covid chronicle 11: whatever gets you through
The Park ~ Pat Bryden ‘What did you see in the park today, dear little child of mine? Were the swans on the pond and […]
Read moreColonies Covid Chronicle 10: not in the same boat
The cup that cheers ~ Ann Serjeantson A very pretty flowery cup and saucer has been hung from a branch in the Sundial Garden in Inverleith […]
Read moreColonies Covid Chronicle 9: rainbow cars
A View from My Window ~ Pat Bryden As the weeks have passed we have noticed the birds, heard the silence, seen the fox, the heron, […]
Read moreColonies covid chronicle 8: Metaphors and imagery
Distancing ~ Pat Bryden We wave across a street. We call on phone or when we meet. We listen as […]
Read moreColonies Covid Chronicle 7 – ways to escape
Colonies Cats ~ Diana For the Colonies Cats there’s an everyday drama. In our street the white cat with a black tail is obviously king of […]
Read moreColonies Covid Chronicle 6 – Frustration
COVID 19 ~ Yasmin age 13 Covid 19, Oh how mean, We’re stuck inside watching TV. What to do when you’re feeling low? Events all cancelled […]
Read moreColonies Covid Chronicle 5 – No return to normal
Touch ~ Diana Hendry How shall we thrive without the handshake of a first meeting, the impulsive hug that begins a new friendship, the involuntary wide-open-arms […]
Read moreColonies Covid Chronicle 4 – New ways of life
Easter Day Morning ~ Pat Bryden The walk round Inverleith Park this morning was quieter than usual. There was space to look rather than to […]
Read moreColonies Covid Chronicle 3: Candles in a dark room
Colonies poets, Diana and Hamish have kindly compiled these touching contributions for the 3rd week of Covid Chronicles, continuing to build the picture of how […]
Read moreColonies Covid Chronicle 2 – Quiet streets
Routine ~ Ross Robertson, father It’s 5.47am, the call begins to register, subconsciously at first but gently it teases my waking mind, “Daddy, want to […]
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