Jupiter Artland


Jeana and I went to perhaps the most remarkable exhibition space in Scotland today.  It’s a forest on an estate at Wilkieston, between Edinburgh and Livingston on the Calder Road.

Artists of international repute are represented, with works that take nature as their theme.

You may have seen Charles Jencks’ Life Mounds at the National Gallery of Modern Art in Belford Road.  That was a mere starter for 10.  The mounds here are significantly more detailed and four times the size.  Antony Gormley, Nathan Coley (whose In Memory is nothing short of stunning), Ian Hamilton Finlay, Jim Lambie, Andy Goldsworthy (whose Stone House is breathtaking), and Laura Ford all impress.

Laura Ford’s exhibits, called Weeping Girls, is my pick of the bunch; like walking onto the set of The Ring, these macabre, faceless Bronze girls beguil and intrigue.  It is truly unique and possibly the most affecting piece of art I have ever seen.

The Ring, 3.

I simply cannot find enough superlatives to review Jupiter Artland.

It fucking rocks.

And fucking rolls.

The cafe, run by Circle cafe at Canonmills is the best I’ve ever been at.  Great food.  Great value.  Great Airstream.

You don’t see many of these when I’m on the golf course.


The lesser spotted Eagle.

I’ve creamed a drive, smacked a sweet 3 wood to 70 yards and stand with a pitching wedge on the 2nd fairway at Dundas.  “Nice shot” my opponent shouts as I nip a sweet little wedge greenwards.  Two bounces and it drop off the pin into the hole.  After 35 years of waiting I finally shoot my first ever eagle.  I was pleased.  Ross my opponent high fives me and I go two up.

Two holes later, despite playing to five under my handicap I’m only one up. and at the turn it’s all square. Then I lose 10, 11, 12 and 13.  Four down with five to play.  But I dig deep and win 14and 15.  Disaster awaits on the 16th tee though and a hooked drive leads to a five.  It’s all over.  All I have to remember this round by is that elusive eagle.  But it’s a sweet one.

When I saw Tom at home  I asked him.  “How’d you play son?’

“Crap, but I eagled the first.”

Whatever.  He’s had about 10.