I can see the rain coming in
‘I can see the rain coming in’, is one of my favourite things to say. Although a very ordinary statement, made up of very ordinary everyday words. It is a phrase of which those living on an island are particularly privy too. With uncluttered sweeping sky lines, void of roof tops and raised signs, we…
Gone with the wind
Overhead a sky of cornflower blue tilted on its axis, as I lazily swung on the children’s swing. I could see nothing but blue, not even wisps of cotton candied cloud. So blue was the sky, I could of drowned in it. The bolts holding the swing together creaked to a steady rhythm and I…
Home, to the Hebrides.
In scenes of sadness and in joy, I have watched the Hebrides come and go on many occasion. I have left and arrived under such a myriad of circumstances now, that living on the islands has sometimes represented the scenes of a stuffy church fair tombola; my hands anxiously fanning all the tickets out to…
Islands on the edge: Part two
The ferries were cancelled and news was the previous days news had not arrived, nor did any one know when the papers would eventually turn up. I don’t read the paper but I do have an intrigue towards them when they don’t make it to the island. A step back in time to when the…
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