A Scotland Street story for February. This story by Alexander McCall Smith first appeared in My Weekly magazine. “Now then Bertie,” said Irene Pollock to her six-year-old son. “Have you finished your homework?” Bertie looked out of the window over the rooftops of Edinburgh. Their flat in Scotland Street was high enough for him to […]
Burn’s Night is celebrated by Scots and those who consider themselves Scots-at-heart on the birthday of the great poet Robert Burns. Every year, on 25 January, ‘Burns Suppers’ take place in homes, organisations, hotels and clubs in a night of good cheer, suppers of haggis, neeps (turnips) and tatties (potatoes), a dram or two of whisky, ceilidh dancing and poetry renditions. This story celebrates the ‘good heart’ of Robert Burns.
This short story by Alexander McCall Smith, first appeared in the Woman’s Weekly magazine. This is a story of weakness, or rather, it’s a story of strength followed by weakness. Sometimes things work out the other way round: you start off weak and become strong because you realise how weak you’ve been … It started […]
A sneak preview from Precious & Grace, the next instalment in The No.1 Ladies’ Detective Agency series
Driving to the office in her battered white van, down the Tlokweng Road, past the stand of whispering gum trees, Mma Ramotswe, founder and owner of the No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency, allowed her mind to wander.
This month’s story is an extract from Alexander’s current writing project, The Bertie Project a 44 Scotland Street novel. 1. Beer and Knees On any Friday evening, the Cumberland Bar, just round the corner from Drummond Place and Scotland Street, might be expected to be busy, the meeting place of assorted mercantile tribes, of office […]
For July a story from Alexander which grew into the novel, ‘La’s Orchestra Saves the World’. Music helps. 1. La lived in a small town near the Suffolk coast. It was not Aldeburgh, but it was close enough, a town which had had a market, once, but which now had none of the […]
Marlin House sits on top of a hill above an old port on the Caribbean island of Nevis. It was built in the late nineteen-fifties by a retired doctor, who wanted a retreat on that part of the island, and who enjoyed throwing parties. A celebrated American writer would come to these parties when […]