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 IContinue reading “Gone with the wind”
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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 toContinue reading “Home, to the Hebrides.”
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 theContinue reading “Islands on the edge: Part two”
Edge of the Islands: Part One
Even though still early in the morning the wind was strong and high, the day was already showing itself to be good drying weather. Hanging out the washing each damp item of clothing felt icy between my hands, pushing my arms down inside knotted sleeves the chill was painful against my bare skin. The temperatureContinue reading “Edge of the Islands: Part One”
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Paving the runway
High in the air, Elizabeth at three days old was wrapped tightly within my arms. Her eyes had not opened to the world for some time as the continuous hum of the small aircraft was keeping her asleep. My body was battle weary and the coolness of the window brought some relief as myContinue reading “Paving the runway”
Moving to the Hebrides
Opening the back door for the Cat to venture out, I stood breathing in the stillness of the morning air as the grass heavy with a thick spreading of dew slept on. A beautiful but deceiving morning, perfect midgey weather. Usually the horrible little things don’t bother me. I get bitten here and there butContinue reading “Moving to the Hebrides”
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 finalContinue reading “The weavers tale”
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 theContinue reading “Journey to the Hebrides”
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 truckContinue reading “I watch the sunrise”
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 withContinue reading “Said the robin to the sparrow”
Island Wife Hebrides 