Before our move to Harris and before I had even met Chris I travelled down to London to stay with my old friend Tom. I had applied for a Fine art course and I travelled down to explore whether or not I wanted to be there. I did. It was an overflowing treasure trove ofContinue reading “To treasure and those who find it”
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Head, hands and heart.
People say to me, quite frequently ‘You’ve got your hands full!’ and I think its such an odd phrase? Hand’s full. Don’t you? ‘Don’t do that you’ve already got your hands full’ or ‘Goodness you’re going to have your hands full!’ I understand their thought but their words are slightly off centre. I have noContinue reading “Head, hands and heart.”
To children and parents. The whole world over.
Every parent wants the best for their children, but if you were to ask what that was most would probably struggle to answer. Because what is best for our children? I don’t just mean my children or your children. I mean societies children. Our children. Children the whole world over. The current world we liveContinue reading “To children and parents. The whole world over.”
To all the colours of the rainbow.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that the end of a rainbow is a hard thing to grasp hold of – but seeing one – that’s a different matter. My favourite time to go a walk here in Tarbert is very early on a Sunday morning. Bundling the children into the pram – still pyjamaContinue reading “To all the colours of the rainbow.”
To all our greatest adventures.
Just after Noah was born whilst still on mainland and Chris was at work I would venture out to the local supermarket. This was always a overwhelming task for me and once as I navigated the isle bound with shopping and double pram I was caught off guard. Someone simply asked me my name –Continue reading “To all our greatest adventures.”
To spring, the bravest of seasons.
At eleven pm in Tarbert the street lights turn off. This was quite new to me, and when chris mentioned it, I sat with my face pressed up against the glass, batted breath, waiting to see if the lights did in fact go out. They did. You may think that’s a little odd but thereContinue reading “To spring, the bravest of seasons.”
Island Wife Hebrides 