Author: Elizabeth

Website of poet Elizabeth Rimmer

Last Blog of the Decade

I am not going to do a ‘state of the nation’ piece, because the state of the whole world, frankly, is ‘hell mend ye’, and I am so grateful to the millions of people I know who are saying loudly and forcefully, ‘we will not allow this to go on’. You are, literally, holding me…
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December 31, 2019 0

A Lick of Colour

A couple of weeks back, I posted an essay called The Occasional Tang of Salt, in which I described how our house was built as three holiday lets for the Glasgow Boys, who came here, partly to learn from Joseph Denovan who set up a school about a mile away called Craig Mill – where…
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December 10, 2019 0

December in The Territory of Rain

A clear day, hard frost early twilight, geese finding quiet roosts sculptural seed heads of hogweed (not the giant sort – the native, smaller one all the leaves are down now robins singing defiantly. This last week has been a rush, but these are some of the best moments I’ve had lately.


December 6, 2019 0

November News

I have been pretty poor on the writing and photography front, with a combination of being ill, family members being ill (nothing too exciting, just the cold), editing a poetry collection for Red Squirrel Press which will come out in March of next year, but I do have a little nice news. Today my poem…
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November 29, 2019 0

Because the Land Are We – A Review of Balefire by Jim Carruth

Polygon 2019 isbn 978 1 84697 500 4 81 pp. £8.99 If you look up the word ‘balefire’ – once you get past the role-playing games inspired by the Wheel of Time series of fantasy novels – you will find that in Scotland, it is a purification fire. Houses were cleaned in spring and the…
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November 19, 2019 0

Turning into Winter

Winter here is a time of opening out, rather than closing in. When the leaves begin to fall, great gaps open in our horizons and we can see further out across the fields and towards the hills out eastward and the castle to the west. Evenings and mornings, skeins of geese fly over the house,…
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November 8, 2019 0

Back to the Source

I am reading Seamus Heaney’s Preoccupations, a paperback first published in 1985. Some of it was later reproduced in Finders Keepers in 2002, particularly the essays Mossbawn and the very timely Belfast, which recalls what it was like to live there at the height of the Troubles (how can we think of those days returning?),…
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October 24, 2019 2

The Publishing Process

This is my wonderful publisher, Sheila Wakefield of the astonishingly productive Red Squirrel Press. Since I have started editing for Red Squirrel Press I have had a look at the publisher’s eye view of being published, and also developed and editor’s eye view and they are a little different —- but let’s have a look…
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October 9, 2019 0

The Occasional Tang of Salt

At sixty miles distance, this village where I have lived for thirty years is about as far from the coast as you can get in Britain. It wasn’t always so. About 10,000 years ago, when the last ice melted, there was a long sea loch here which stretched another twenty miles inland, and the fossilised remains of whales were found just up the road, near where the famous battle of Stirling Bridge took place.


September 30, 2019 0