Between Thames and Hudson

On the peat-lined foreshore of the Thames hangs Turner’s ‘Peat Bog, Scotland c.1808‘. The Napoleonic Wars had prevented him from sailing to the continent and so he travelled north for inspiration.

On the gridded streets of New York, laid out like newly cut peat slabs on the moor, this weekend exiled Scots and those of Scottish heritage whose ancestors were forced overseas by clearance, famine, poverty and Hope celebrate Tartan Week by the Hudson.

Little bird

By early August the May cut peat slabs have dried enough to be gathered up into little pyramid stacks, rudhan. I surprised a little wren walking down the rathad an isein, the bird’s roadwhich in turn startled me- it was paler and less peaty coloured than the wren that comes to my (un-boggy) Fife garden. As it popped into the refuge offered by the peats, a temporary man-made place of shelter on the summer moor, rudhan became sheiling. IMG_1824