This took a lot longer than normal, for some reason… Overnight, something huge has taken a sieveful of icing sugar and dusted the high places. Each crevice, each crag, every tree, cliff and corrie now shining with that oh-so-special light…
Of Edgelands and Imagination We live around 12 kilometres, or 7.5 miles, from the ocean. Here, as I have mentioned, the ground begins to fold and hills rise around us, stretching above crinkled, complicated valleys, all the way down to…
The following was originally posted on my Not A Travel Writer sub-tumblr. As tumblr dies following its ridiculous self-destruction, I have decided to correlate all my previous posts, from several places, here. It makes sense and, crucially, means I own…
I have already shared one Friday photo of cliffs in Caithness, but the places where the sea meets the land — these are full of marvels. As I already threatened (in the post I linked to), I will soon be…
Planning, lots of planning, has led to the adoption of a posting schedule here on my site. This is not something I really thought about before, merely being content with sharing things as and when I felt like it, but…
I went fishing on Thursday, but had ne’er a nibble. I did see lots of wildlife though, and the haar was amazing. I’ve uploaded a new photo album to my flickr page, here, where the images are better quality —…
Today I am having a “day off”. This is not the same as a day off, which is an entirely different kettle of fish. A “day off” involves little work on my fiction. Instead I channel my creative energy (and…
