‘Do you know why those yellow poles are there? They show you where the edge of the road is when there’s snow. Remember your not in the hills. These are mountains’. Its quite easy to forget that you live upon mountain. ‘What’s it like there?’ ‘Well its like living in the lakes only amplified’ Is […]Read More To all our highest mountains
I’ve never had a lot of money, but say I did, I wouldn’t have the foggiest idea as to what to do with it. So its probably just as well I haven’t. On many occasions I have looked into wishing wells and been astonished by the sheer number of one to two pound coins thrown […]Read More To Grannie Island’s, Grannie Mainland’s and Grannie Annie’s.
Before our move to Harris and before I had even met Chris I travelled down to London to stay with my old friend Tom. I had applied for a Fine art course and I travelled down to explore whether or not I wanted to be there. I did. It was an overflowing treasure trove of […]Read More To treasure and those who find it
People say to me, quite frequently ‘You’ve got your hands full!’ and I think its such an odd phrase? Hand’s full. Don’t you? ‘Don’t do that you’ve already got your hands full’ or ‘Goodness you’re going to have your hands full!’ I understand their thought but their words are slightly off centre. I have no […]Read More Head, hands and heart.
Every parent wants the best for their children, but if you were to ask what that was most would probably struggle to answer. Because what is best for our children? I don’t just mean my children or your children. I mean societies children. Our children. Children the whole world over. The current world we live […]Read More To children and parents. The whole world over.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that the end of a rainbow is a hard thing to grasp hold of – but seeing one – that’s a different matter. My favourite time to go a walk here in Tarbert is very early on a Sunday morning. Bundling the children into the pram – still pyjama […]Read More To all the colours of the rainbow.
Just after Noah was born whilst still on mainland and Chris was at work I would venture out to the local supermarket. This was always a overwhelming task for me and once as I navigated the isle bound with shopping and double pram I was caught off guard. Someone simply asked me my name – […]Read More To all our greatest adventures.
At eleven pm in Tarbert the street lights turn off. This was quite new to me, and when chris mentioned it, I sat with my face pressed up against the glass, batted breath, waiting to see if the lights did in fact go out. They did. You may think that’s a little odd but there […]Read More To spring, the bravest of seasons.
Like the Harris hills that quietly stand and let the wind pass over them, there have been books in my life that have stood humbly on my bookshelf and quietly changed who I am. I find great solace and comfort in words written solidly on a page, I always have done. There’s something very definite […]Read More To those who walk behind us.
One of the problems with experiencing the Outer Hebrides is for the rest of your life trying to describe the place to anyone who hasn’t seen it. If you were to take yourself and stand upon a point looking out across the Atlantic and see nothing – then you would be right – the Hebrides […]Read More To any penguins stuck in a sauna