The weavers tale

A fiery red orange sun, swimming through the dawn like a large brass penny. Set the glass at the back of the house blazing. Tracing the clouds above in gold leaf. At the front a heavy sea mist still hung over the waters of Port Charlotte, like a thick velvet curtain shut on the final […]

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Journey to the Hebrides

As the air has warmed and the wind has died, the midges have descended. Its a sure sign of summer arriving in the Hebrides, even when the sky does not always mirror it. Small tiny flies with one hell of a bite leaving one hell of an itch. Wrapping its way around the island the […]

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I watch the sunrise

Waiting for the rubbish removal is a momentous occasion in our household. As Noah has become accustomed to patiently await its appearance at the gate steps. Clutching his own much loved plastic bin truck in his hands. Mustard coloured with a small lift up lid it is well played with and well loved. The truck […]

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Said the robin to the sparrow

With Elizabeth perched on my hip, the sea expanded before me and a breeze blown from the east warmed my face. It had been consecutively warm for a good handful of days in the Hebrides and I was enjoying the freedom it brought. When I say warm. I mean 12 degrees. Which when paired with […]

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The Lighthouse

January came, as it always does and with it that dull rain that signals very little. By this point Christmas had faded but spring had yet to begin its yearly hum. A kind of no mans land, where especially in Scotland the season stagnates and appears unending. Long hard winters are a Hebridean fact file […]

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I will, follow him.

I am often looked upon with sheer amazement when I tell people of our frequent relocation’s. ‘So you just go?!’ They protest. ‘Just like that?’ My answer always simply ‘Yes’. In fact I am always a little amazed in return at how few people would be willing to follow their partners just because they are […]

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Feel the breeze of the Hebrides

Harris has begun to exhale its finale breath of winter.┬áThe mountain stretching above the house on some occasions has housed a sky of cornflower blue and in the early evenings a lull has begun to break. A kind of sunny coolness that signals a change in season. The promise of ultramarine skies and balmy evenings […]

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To all the shiny bits

So high up on the mountain are we at Kyles that the view of the sea coming into land is panoramic, washing the fishing boats across the front of the house with the tide. Miniature. As they cut the great expanse of water. Circled always overhead by one or two gulls anticipating the days catch. […]

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To Grace, Amazing

After having moved to The Isle of Harris there became days, encounters, conversations to which I have little recollection of. New faces blurred on mass and unknown places with foreign signage became jumbled as I tried to navigate deep waters. When you move somewhere that holds a change in culture your brain churns through information […]

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