Islands of Hope

Waters of Warmth Specks of seedlings are strewn across the empty plant pots on the balcony. The flowers or salad they held are now mostly long gone, with the exception of a single nasturtium and a sprawling and exceedingly hardy…
Waters of Warmth Specks of seedlings are strewn across the empty plant pots on the balcony. The flowers or salad they held are now mostly long gone, with the exception of a single nasturtium and a sprawling and exceedingly hardy…
This is Stromness. More specifically, this is a path up the hillside, from near the harbour towards the primary school I attended, once upon a time. Stromness remains the only town or village I have ever felt close to calling…
I was recently doing some research, looking at the island of Stronsay, in Orkney, when I noticed something interesting. Using the internet for research is full of peril, fraught with misinformation and potential downfall, but it has become my principal…
I had intended to have a much longer piece to share with you today. However, the weather has been glorious and I have, therefore, been out under the sun’s rays. Over the last couple of years I have not spent…