Honeymoon Travels: Communing with the Ancients

The next day (which was Thursday June 7) D. asked me what I’d like to do. I never know what I want to do, I’m generally content to carry on doing whatever I currently am, but I managed to remember I had thought I’d like to see the standing stones at Callanish when we booked […]

Honeymoon Travels: Lewisian Nice*

We were booked on the 10:30am sailing, which meant we had to be in the queue by 9:45, so we didn’t have time for breakfast (we keep musicians’ hours!). However, once our car was in line, boarding pass in the window, we had time to walk up to the West Coast deli on Argyll Street […]

Honeymoon Travels: first two days

To Eyemouth We had decided, when planning the wedding, to give ourselves a day off before venturing north, rather than rushing. I wanted to spend a little longer with Bob for a start (I hadn’t seen him for four years) and, anyway, we had to register our union by taking the marriage schedule to the […]

Bad as Me

We got home from our honeymoon late Thursday evening, and if I leave it any longer to write this post I’ll have forgotten everything! But where to begin? Our wedding was a very small, casual affair, we only told the people we invited – my son, Bob, and his wife Regina; Dave’s daughter, Jo, and […]

WordPress the App

I’ve had the WordPress app on my phone for years (and have barely used it) but I only discovered there’s one for computers today. Curious, I mean why might it be necessary? I downloaded it, and can’t see any difference between it, and the web version other than a nice white W in a blue […]

Literature Ambassador: Countdown to Wigtown

Two days to go till the Wigtown Book Festival begins; here’s some more from the festival team about what’s going on this year, and it looks fab. Tickets are selling fast, out in some cases, so if something takes your fancy book it now! Memories are made of this Truth really is sometimes stranger than […]

Mixed Media

The holiday is over, we’ve returned from possibly the most poetic place in the world to, possibly, the least. OK, not the least, but this town with its sheep chewed hills and Tory ethos is a Disney movie in comparison, a faded shortbread tin full of broken toys, a plastic sequinned party dress made in […]

Reason Sits Helpless at its Desk

What with world (‘crazier and more of it than we think’*) goings on at the moment I’m incredibly relieved to be off Ullapool for a week (from Friday) with The Mr. I hope to  explore Assynt, the favourite place of one of my favourite poets, Norman MacCaig, and as luck would have it a new […]