Showing posts with label #eastneuke. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #eastneuke. Show all posts

Saturday, November 7, 2015

Art - Current Project - 27 John Street Cellardyke, Scotland

27 John Street

There is John Street and James Street, and then of course George Street. All the houses are built tight into the winding narrow passage. Number 27 is one of the few with a stairway, and like a Haiku, so small they constitute one mighty move. This move will be to blow open the view to the Firth of Forth: 2 floors, a loft and a Bulthaup kitchen.

The living floor from the front door before the wall is blown out....from the Front Door - it is small.
The Forth is calm, for the moment. It's said one's neighbors begin calling up the street as the dolphins move west. 

Bed and bath level with fireplace for Danish wood burning stove.

Space for office looking over the Forth.

Area to the left will be main bath.
Wall gone.
View back from the garden.
The "wee hoose" from the beach in the village of Cellardyke, another brilliant spot in the East Neuk of Fife.

Monday, October 26, 2015

Autumn 2015 in The East Neuk of Fife

From  the Firth of Forth to the Firth of Tay lies the Kingdom of Fife, an arm of Scotland that juts into the North Sea. The East Neuk is lowland with small hills that make it easy to see great distances.

The A917, a two lane road, runs a ribbon east-west through the coastal villages of Elie, St. Monans, Pittenweem, Anstruther and Crail to the eastern point of the Balcomie links. A footpath links the villages.

Before I begin on the new cottage, the new library, the new life, I'll set the scene:

Here is Pittenweem Harbor, the village where I am staying, the shore with the tide in, the taste of what Autumn looks like through the trees on the road to St. Andrews, the home of golf and the St. Andrews University where Prince William and Kate Middleton met...but I'll get to that later.

To live through Autumn, as the light changes and the night comes earlier, as the temperature cools considerably, is a glorious childhood memory, something real and ever changing...daily...

as if God's paintbrush was flicked over the hills and left yellow, orange, gold and red in watercolor and dabbed, smeared and brushed into shape.