And so we come to the end of the telephone exchange on Rose Street and the final verse of George Mackay Brown’s 1971 poem ‘Beachcomber‘ and the final sculptured window from Astrid Jaekel. Here’s a reminder of the previous six.
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After all the dramas, I’m very pleased to hear about the thousand gold coins at the end. That would be a big relief. 🙂
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lol!
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The pot at the end of a rainbow.. 😉
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oh brilliant!! never thought of that
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A delightful series – I have loved the poem and the incredible art to go with it. Love her swirls and the wonderful sea creatures.
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Two very talented people 🙂
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Quite! And a talented photographer!
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awwww, thank you – blushing here xxx
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Very interesting. The’ If Wall could talk’ is too.
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🙂
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Thank you ever so much Becky 😀 this has been a very enjoyable excursion into poetry and art 😍
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So glad you have enjoyed it as much as I have
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This has been a great series – thanks for bringing it to my attention! Like Margaret, I’ll seek it out next time I’m in Edinburgh.
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Fabulous . . .hopefully with be blue skies when you are there so you can capture its beauty
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Marvellous!
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Glad you think so 🙂
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This has been fun, and I’ll definitely hunt out the real thing next time I go to Edinburgh.
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Fantastic . . .and look out for all her other work on the same street
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