St Andrews
I have come and gone at intervals over some 30 years, and St Andrews has changed less in that time than anywhere I can think of. Spired, castled, and cathedraled, it is a place that would be impossible to dream up, a place that is sometimes difficult to believe in. The poet and translator,
Alastair Reid , reflects on his Alma Mater.
With the voices of some of the inhabitants of St Andrews. Producer DAVID PERRY