Category Archives: Rambles

Bits and pieces provoked by moving through space, history, and the calendar.

The Full Meal Deal

Posted on 05 December 2012 by Isabel Gibson

 One of a miscellany of short observations from a trip to Scotland. Haggis? It’s a clear question, as she hesitantly pokes at a dark puck of mystery something-or-other on her plate, not even entirely sure that it’s meat. Haggis. It’s … Continue reading →

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Those Pesky Victorians

Posted on 02 December 2012 by Isabel Gibson

Elizabethans? No that won’t work: already taken. Georgians? No, that won’t work, even though some say that Prince Charles will choose to become George VII, if and when: it disregards 60-plus years of intervening history from Bertie to Charlie, and … Continue reading →

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Goodwith That

Posted on 28 November 2012 by Isabel Gibson

One of a miscellany of short observations from a trip to Scotland. Continue reading →

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If You Can’t Stand the Answer

Posted on 21 November 2012 by Isabel Gibson

One of a miscellany of short observations from a trip to Scotland. That’s a great tit. I try not to startle: the young man beside me is not looking at me (Go figure!), he’s staring at the bird feeder that … Continue reading →

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Keep Your Distance

Posted on 14 November 2012 by Isabel Gibson

One of a miscellany of short observations from a trip to Scotland. Psst! Does ‘mean’ mean ‘cheap’? Listing to his left, the psst-ing American to my right is being thoughtful, not rude. Our host, the umpteenth baronet of something-or-other, is … Continue reading →

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A Persistence of Beavers

Posted on 07 November 2012 by Isabel Gibson

One of a miscellany of short observations from a trip to Scotland. Look! Wood chips! Speaking in hushed, not to say reverential, tones, our guide points out this indisputable evidence of, poetically enough it seems, Castor fiber, the European/Eurasian beaver. … Continue reading →

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The Other Kate

Posted on 28 October 2012 by Isabel Gibson

Exploring the perspective on history enjoyed by those who actually have some.   Well, by ‘recent’ I mean ‘not medieval’. The speaker this time is neither a precocious three-year-old nor a witty 70-something — it is a young woman who … Continue reading →

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A Wink and a Nudge

Posted on 21 October 2012 by Isabel Gibson

One of a miscellany of short observations from a trip to Scotland.  Because it keeps the witches away. The interrupter is three, or so said his grandfather in introducing him to our tour group. As a second son (the three-year-old, … Continue reading →

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An Embarrassment of Marmalades

Posted on 14 October 2012 by Isabel Gibson

One of a miscellany of short observations from a trip to Scotland. It’s Elizabeth Barrett Browning meets Count von Count from Sesame Street: How do I love thee, Scotland? Let me count the ways. One, two, three: three kinds of … Continue reading →

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