Orb’s Community Bookshop – Success
This project began in 2013 when Huntly Writers were granted funds from the Huntly Cultural Fund, to conduct a feasibility study, to determine the viability of transforming the then independent Orb’s Bookshop, into a not-for-profit community bookshop run by volunteers. Huntly Writers took over the running of the bookshop in July 2014 and it has […]
Doric Writing Project
Huntly Writers have always supported those who write in Scots, Gaelic and the Doric. Indeed, we have several Doric writers amongst our members, a Gaelic speaker and two members who are learning Gaelic. At the same time, North-East Scotland has a heritage of poetry and literature from George MacDonald, through to poetry anthologies written by […]
Huntly Young Writers Project
Since the start of 2018, Huntly Writers have run five workshops in creative writing for children. These events are led by established authors and are usually backed by the Scottish Book Trust and its Live Literature Fund. We have also gained funding from Tesco’s ‘Bags of Help’ initiative in a specific attempt to help participants […]
Past members
Past members Lucy Aykroyd After thirty years as a farmer’s wife in Auchterless, and eight more in Clatt, Lucy is now living in Lewes in East Sussex. She continues to spend time close to the land exploring wild places and wild living. A mother and grandmother to a large family, her writing reflects her rich […]
Maureen Ross
Maureen Ross Preparatory Purple It’s a quiet occupation – making blackcurrant jelly. The rolling boil of summer topped and tailed slow dripped through muslin, clarified and firmly jelled in safe confine of shining jars all labelled. Who would have thought the stain of summer could be so deep so intense so fit for […]
Mary Burgerhout
Mary Burgerhout WHAT OSCAR MIGHT HAVE SAID …. Lockdown – such a vulgar term; such a loathsome reminder of two years spent in confinement for what the prurient English considered the sins of the flesh, if sins indeed they were. To be locked in for 23 hours daily, and allowed out only for one hour […]
Carol Ann
Carol Ann Pictish Place (in the style of John Masefield) I must go back to the hills again, The heather’d hills and sky; Where wild wind blows, rain stings the face And clouds go scudding by. Where wee burns carve through dirt and rocks And peat bogs trap the unwary; Keep to the […]