Homage to @KimKardashian posing in just glitter, this dull Scottish man is posing in just peat…and my skin feels so smooth now.
Author: robinacrawford
Robin Crawford is an author and illustrator, with a particular interest in the culture and natural heritage of Scotland. His first book, ‘Into the Peatlands: A Journey Through the Moorland Year’, was published in 2018 and longlisted for the Highland Book Prize. ‘Cauld Blasts and Clishmaclavers’ (2020) is a treasury of Scottish Words. His third book ‘The Sound of Many Waters, A Jjourney along the River Tay’ is published in June 2023 by Birlinn. He lives in Auchtermuchty, in Fife.
Homage to Robert Smithson’s ‘3 Smoke Tree Circles’ 1972.
homage to Robert Smithson’s 1972 drawing ‘3 Smoke Tree Circles’. The smoke trees are replaced with smoky peat dug from the landscape, preserved within them the remains of ancient trees.
Smithson (1938-1973) was an American sculptor and land artist. He used spirals and circles in many of his works combining the ancient and the modern within the landscape. I received a book of his drawings published by The New York Cultural Center as a gift from my father for Christmas 1983 and it has been one of my inspirations ever since.
Horse hoof or tinder fungus
Horse hoof fungus, Latin: Fomes fomentarius, Gaelic: spong grows readily on dead birch trees fringing Scotland’s peat bogs. An extremely dry composition makes it perfect for use as tinder. Not only does its shape lend itself to fitting snugly into a pocket or fold in a plaid but it also burns very, very slowly making it invaluable to the semi-transhumance culture of the peatlands.
Ice and fire(water) at Scotland’s oldest and newest distillery @LindoresAbbey
The monks of Lindores would be supplied with peat from over the hill at Our Lady’s bog (now Ladybank, see previous post). They are the first recorded whisky distillers in Scotland.
“The Exchequer Roll, or tax record, from 1494 names Friar John Cor, a Lindores monk who was commissioned by King James IV to turn 8 bolls of malt into Aqua Vitae.
The excerpt from the Exchequer Roll of 1494 reads:
“Et per liberacionem factam fratri Johanni Cor per preceptum compotorum rotulatoris, ut asserit, de mandato domini regis ad faciendum aquavite infra hoc compotum, viii bolle brasii.”
Which roughly translates to:
“To Friar John Cor, 8 bolls of malt, wherewith to make aqua vitae for the King.” http://lindoresabbeydistillery.com/
Black peat footprints in white snow
Whilst countless others have tread this peaty path my feet can but make their own unique prints.
Self under self
When asked to write an autobiographical piece Norman MacCaig’s verse comes into (one) of my minds:
“Self under self, a pile of selves I stand
Threaded on time…”
From Summer Farm, 1955
Wither a peat stack without each slab? Or a vast bog without each miniature sphagnum moss, 90% water…so human.
Peat Treasures
Once we’ve eaten our way through all its contents I wonder which of my peat treasures will fit into the stove biscuit tin?
Tin/stove/ stack
Inside the tin shaped like the stove the biscuits are stacked. Outside the croft the peats to fuel the kitchen stove are stacked.
C
B
A
Biscuit tin/stove
The Waitrose biscuit tin is a copy in miniature of John Campbell’s range. The contrast between his idiosyncratic croft kitchen and the pre-fabricated anonymity of the closest branch of the up-market supermarket chain in Stirling 280 miles away is sharp. The warmth of the Hebridean kitchen does not only come from the peat-fuelled stove. Biscuits- and strong brewed tea- play their part too. They are immediately offered on entering and, whether wanted or not, a refusal cannot be contemplated, even if it is the fourth such offer at as many croft kitchens that afternoon.
A
Cauld
Cauld.
Robin A Crawford 