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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...

It has been some time since I took a local map square and went walking. It was time to do that...

A comment on Twitter early on Thursday morning: I usually leave a Springsteen concert feeling...

I have been feeling uninspired. At NaPoWriMo time this year, the invitation to write 30 poems in...

We stood on the edge of a wood. It was the bluebell time of year. Did you know that 50% of the...

What do you do when you’re not living as consciously as you might – when you’re not living up to...

The lake is not real. It was dug out by hand in the 1790s, by men with picks and shovels, and...