Welcome to this Saturday Saunter, as ever being written early, this time on Monday night. Playing in the background is ‘Into The Valley’ by the Skids, suitably stirring music to start writing a piece. I’m also going to write up some other posts tonight too so I might be at my keyboard for a while.
This post appears on Saturday when I will be in Edinburgh to watch Hibs. After the game, though, I am staying in the capital to go see Kathleen Jamie at the Book Festival. The Book Festival is one of the few parts of the Festival circus that I can handle since it is fairly sedate, involves books and talking about them. Kathleen Jamie is one of my favourite writers. Whenever she has a new book out is an excuse to put flags out in my world. Her essays combine curiosity with bare, beautiful writing. As a person who can be overly verbose at times, reading Kathleen Jamie is a reminder of how writing is done right. Her last book, which was poetry, I bought and read when in Cambridge a few years ago. I am overjoyed that Surfacing is out next month and I’ll have to pace myself so I don’t gulp the book down whole.
This is a rare day when I’ll be travelling to the football with a backpack so I will have a notebook as well as a book. Today’s travelling book is actually a zine I bought last weekend. It is called Love Tove and it’s a zine about Tove Jansson, another skilled writer and creator of The Moomins. I bought it in the wonderful Category Is Books in Govanhill pretty much on the spur of the moment. I was actually there for something else and ended up with a bag full of printed matter that I’ll be working through in the coming weeks. I had read about Tove Jansson on Twitter earlier in the day, in the context of inspiring nature writers, and that prompted the zine purchase. Glad I did. Even the cover is beautiful.
Last week’s book, The Pebbles on the Sand by Clarence Ellis, isn’t finished as I write this on Monday but hopefully it will be done by the weekend. I’m about halfway through. It was interesting, going into the nature of waves, how stones end up where they are and how they are made up. It’s actually really interesting. I seem to be allergic to science and even I’m keeping up with it. Maybe after tonight’s writing I’ll read some more.
A book I picked up on Friday was The Weatherhouse by Nan Shepherd. So far I’ve only managed past Amy Liptrot’s introduction but hopefully I’ll get through it. My pile is growing again with little prospect of finishing it all.
On the dial now is ‘Roll Me Away’ by Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band. Yep, I know. The posts I’m writing up tonight are the latest instalments of Loose Ends, my connections series. They’ll be here some time in September. I managed three links yesterday about Glasgow, which was great. I travelled very light yesterday, not even carrying a notebook, which is very bad writer practice, so my notes were made on my phone. I might finally managing the concept of a paperless office. Maybe not, though.
Anyway, that’s the Saturday Saunter for today, Saturday 24th August 2019. Tomorrow is another Intercity walk, this time St. Andrews. Wednesday is about Edinburgh. In the meantime, have a lovely weekend. Peace.