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On a bank above a marsh, on a shingle bank above a beach, on the beach below all banks and by the...

There is no limit to the number of ways we humans, women in particular, put ourselves down or...

September. Back to school. Which in this case means trying to pick up on the most important...

Whenever people ask me what it is that I love so much about this place, that I want to keep...

The day had been cloudy. I’d swum in the rain. I’d spent an hour listening to a poet* talking...

I’ve been islanded for a week and have walked very little. That might be relative. I have in...

Noon. Fermain Bay. High tide, which means the steep shelf skitters away your weight, that...

It’s possibly my least favourite writing group exercise, the one where we go from field edge to...

How much my mother ever knew about my life will be forever a mystery. As she’s been dead for...

I have my own theory around the ‘law of attraction’ which has a lot less to do with the...

Lammas. Loaf mass. First fruits. Our Christian fathers may have taught us to celebrate the...

I am reading the latest works of Mirabai Starr. Having been introduced to her by the lovely...

Whenever we have doubts about our creativity, or perhaps our lives in general, we fall into...

I know it’s not fashionable to say, but I’m doing OK. Prompted to talk to the woman inside, I...

The question raised itself again and again…as it does on islands. Could I live in such a quiet...

Approaching the Solstice the days are long and island days are always even longer, slower....

The pale young man walked down in shorts, with a small bundle in his hand, stripped off a...

There are such days. When the only thing to do is to yield to the urge to look out of the...

“The Outsider” What does that expression throw up for you? If you are an outsider in...

This ‘now’ does not exist. Even as I notice it, it vanishes. The poppy does not pause in its...