Back in my late teens early twenties my dad Harry went to stay 'at her majesties pleasure' for a few years. The only time we have written to each other was during this time. A decade or so later i started a  correspondence  with him again, this time asking questions about his time inside starting with the phisical nature of the cell and ending with the much harder to answer and to recieve, what did you think about ? How his incarceration made him feel? His answer to this was represented in the window at the back of the cell.

 

me and harry

  


 

  

harry would switch between memories of the past and the

views of Doune and Dunblane where we all think of as home

the window shows fixed video clips of some of the views

mixed with super-8 film of jean, their wedding, parties,

holidays, me, my brother len.