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.”

To those who walk behind us.

Like the Harris hills that quietly stand and let the wind pass over them, there have been books in my life that have stood humbly on my bookshelf and quietly changed who I am. I find great solace and comfort in words written solidly on a page, I always have done. There’s something very definiteContinue reading “To those who walk behind us.”

To any penguins stuck in a sauna

One of the problems with experiencing the Outer Hebrides is for the rest of your life trying to describe the place to anyone who hasn’t seen it. If you were to take yourself and stand upon a point looking out across the Atlantic and see nothing – then you would be right – the HebridesContinue reading “To any penguins stuck in a sauna”

To deep breaths, and those who take them

One of my first initial thoughts after moving to Harris was my amazement at the sheer number of sheep here. Add that to the fact that lambing season is yet to begin and you’ve got quite a community. In fact the number of sheep here far outweighs the number of people in the Outer Hebrides.Continue reading “To deep breaths, and those who take them”

To kind strangers, wherever they may roam

Moving anywhere is stressful, but add children into the mix and the calmest of minds can transcend into utter turmoil. For some discovering new places and people is something to relish and desire, for others, it is an overwhelming process that the mind dwells and dwells upon. I am the latter. Now to those whoContinue reading “To kind strangers, wherever they may roam”

Hills of Home: Moving to the Outer Hebrides

A year ago I hadn’t even heard of the Outer Hebrides let alone been here. In fact I hadnt actually been to the Outer Hebrides until I set foot off the ferry last Friday – to move here. It was however, around this time last year whilst watching Katie Morag on Cbeebies and feeding BeaContinue reading “Hills of Home: Moving to the Outer Hebrides”