Monday, 31 October 2011


Today is our Halloween Party in The Custom House in Greenock, and we'll share lots of photos with you later in the week. Thanks again to Riverside Inverclyde for letting us loose in there...

Two treats today...

Our new Halloween booklet, produced by pupils from Lady Alice Primary and Highlanders Academy...

A Highland Halloween

And The Galoshans Play chapbook for you to stage your own play.

The Galoshans Play

Thursday, 13 October 2011

St Stephen's - Graphic Novel Page

It's been full steam ahead on our Graphic Novel, here's a wee preview of St Stephen's take on an episode from Newark Castle's dark past. Don't get on the wrong side of Sir Patrick Maxwell.

Right now we're also getting ready for our traditional Halloween celebrations, with pupils from Lady Alice Primary School and Highlanders Academy. We'll be sharing some traditional halloween recipes with you all next week.

The party is going to take place in one of Greenock's most important historic buildings, The Custom House; our local Urban Regeneration Company, Riverside Inverclyde, have very kindly agreed to let us host the party there. And of course, as we all know, The Custom House is home to quite a few uneasy who knows what could happen.

And to help you enjoy your own traditional Greenock Halloween, here's a wee copy of The Galoshans Play.

Thursday, 6 October 2011

National Poetry Day - Greenock by William Wordsworth

To celebrate National Poetry Day, we are publishing poems all day across our different blogs.

The Identity project is all about people passing through Greenock, some staying with their traditions and stories, others moving on elsewhere. Someone who passed through Greenock on his "Highland Tour" was the Romantic poet, William his short stay, here is what he had to say about the town...


We have not passed into a doleful City,
We who were led to-day down a grim dell,
By some too boldly named “the Jaws of Hell”
Where be the wretched ones, the sights for pity?
These crowded streets resound no plaintive ditty
As from the hive where bees in summer dwell,
Sorrow seems here excluded; and that knell,
It neither damps the gay, nor checks the witty.
Alas! too busy Rival of old Tyre,
Whose merchants Princes were, whose decks were thrones;

Soon may the punctual sea in vain respire
To serve thy need, in union with that Clyde
Whose nursling current brawls o’er mossy stones,
The poor, the lonely, herdsman’s joy and pride.