A Pilgrimage

Yesterday I was very fortunate to visit Hugh MacDiarmid’s old cottage in the Borders. It has remained largely untouched since he died in 1978, and is still packed with his books, pamphlets and paintings.


CottageweeThere’s a real sense of history here.

‘Scotland small? Our multiform, our infinite Scotland small?
Only as a patch of hillside may be a cliché corner
To a fool who cries “Nothing but heather!”‘