This is going to be mostly pictures because my right hand gets really sore when I type at the moment. Bloody rubbish for a writer. Sunday’s Walk On Sunday we broke with tradition and, instead of our usual tramp up Gallow Hill we went to the nature reserve. Actually it’s two nature reserves: one belongs […]
Author Archives: Eryl Gasper Dick
Lockdown
As I said in my last post I seem to be having trouble concentrating on anything and am, thus, feeling a bit useless. My routine, which I prize amongst all things, isn’t serving its purpose. Or should I say, I’m not serving its purpose? I still get up at six, make coffee, and come straight […]
I Need a Haircut & Other Whinges
So, here we are then, all stuck inside waiting for the beast to sniff us out and come knocking on the door disguised as a friendly neighbour or lost delivery guy. We get a lot of lost delivery guys (both male and female) round here, hoping someone will know where the final package in the […]
It’s Arrived!
It’s difficult to know quite how to greet 2020, on the one hand I had a great 2019 which makes me excited for the new decade, on the other the human race seems to be committing mass suicide, which makes me anxious. Australia is burning; it feels like fascism has gripped the world like a […]
Merry Christmas to You!
Dave and I have taken ourselves off to the Isle of Whithorn this year, it’s marvellously bleak, and we’re in a very cosy little chalet surrounded by the sea. We arrived yesterday, and today we went walking to St. Ninian’s cave. Here are a few photos: Wishing you all the best possible festive season, many […]
On Doubt
I have no idea what’s going on, England has just given a man who seems like evil incarnate a mandate to do whatever he wants. Figures seem to show that child poverty is rising; that more and more homeless people are dying; and that the Tory policy of austerity is demonising our most vulnerable. Yet, […]
Pennsylvania Dreaming – part 5
Originally posted on Dave Dick:
So…its getting cold back here in bonny Scotland…the leaves are all falling, the salmon are wearing their “tartan coats”, geese and whooper swans are flying in from the far north and flocks of thrushes are chacking and squeaking in the riverside trees. Time to think back to the New York…
American Takeout
We’ve been back almost two weeks, and I’m still reeling from my American experience. So much so I can’t seem to clear my head enough to write about it. So I’ve decided to write about food instead. Anyone who remembers my Kitchen Bitch blog of old will know I love to cook, but (not so) […]
Brooklyn Morning
It’s six-o-five, still dark, and I am sitting by an open window at the dining table of our New York apartment. The city is waking, cars, which never quite stop moving, are gathering force, a man walks by with a small backpack on. Across the street is a school advertising ‘college access for all’ in […]
One More Sleep
I should be packing – which means finishing the ironing I began yesterday.I should be cleaning the house so our return won’t be too gruesome.I should be going to the Post Office to bank the cheque that arrived this morning, so I have money when I get back.I should be at least thinking about what […]
