The photograph below is of the ‘Queen’s View’ across Loch Tummel towards Schiehallion (pronounced shee-hal-i-on). It was taken by a kind stranger so that my partner Julia, me and Grannie could all be in it. It was Grannie’s seventy-ninth birthday, 31st May 2008.
The three of us had a truly lovely day exploring parts of the Highlands within a day’s drive of Grannie’s home in Kirriemuir.
Grannie passed away less than four years later, in 2012. I look back at our day in the Highlands with both joy and sadness. And I know that I’ll never return to the ‘Queen’s View’. No matter how beautiful it is, it would be empty without Grannie.
How does all this relate to the stories on this blog?
By sharing what this photograph means to me, I have revealed something of myself to you. But I have probably also limited what you feel able to think about the photograph – maybe even the place itself. I have made it mine, not yours.
The stories and poems are unauthored texts. They are yours, not mine.
“To give a text an author is to impose a limit on that text” – Roland Barthes, from Death of the Author.
So basically the stories are meaningless until you – the reader – make of them what you will.
Having said all that, I have come to realise that my writing is an expression of my melancholy. The quote on the homepage refers to “the happiness of being sad” which, according to Google, is Victor Hugo’s definition of melancholy – and I like that idea.
much love and happiness
the stories are written by me, the pictures are taken by Julia (apart from the one above!)