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After Peter Seddon: Memories Construct a Different Picture - Essie Stewart is playing the accordion again for Richard Burton in Altnaharra

I’ve been thinking a lot about Peter Sneddon and a set of pastel drawings reproduced based on the Highland Clearances. I first came across them in the book ‘As an Fhearann’ published by Mainstream Publishing/ An Lantair and the sadly no longer Third Eye Centre in Glasgow.

The drawing takes it’s subject matter from Timothy Neats’ book ‘The Summer Walkers’ about the pearl fishers and travelling families of Scotland.

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Illustration by by Natalie Adkins

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Illustration by by Natalie Adkins

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Sketchbookings for Fishermans’ Song for Attracting Grief

It seemed an appropriate metaphor somehow and how sitting in front of countless fires on Scottish islands we listened to songs taped from records and the radio and with each recording and playback the songs faded and became more muted and the recollection of who was singing sometimes faded with them as the whisky took hold and everything became a half-truth disguised as truth.

I remember ‘A Fishermans’ Song for Attracting Seals’ and it was a traditional tune from North Uist and we’d sit and listen to it over and over again, imagining the tune disappearing up the chimney like so much smoke and whisky talk and drifting slowly across the strand towards the waiting seals. 

It probably wasn’t that sort of song though, fishermen in the Western Isles tend not to like seals very much. They compete with each other for a living and as seals and fish share a watery element the fishermen are always at a disadvantage. I imagined a fisherman none the less, one who could recall tunes for anything he desired until he had used them all up and all that was left was grief.