Sam o’ Glenerne
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There are beautiful pink flowers in the garden at Einar. They look like Bistort in which case I wish I had more …
One of life’s little pleasures is a cup of tea and a piece of cake. One of the very few downsides is …
Around Gill Pier I spot a buoyancy ring. The word buoy comes from the 13th Century from the Old French boie “fetter …
I’ve loved the Orkney Brewery’s beers ever since my first adventure with Red MacGregor and my journey to the Dark Island. I’ve …
Half a pound of biscuit – that’s the way the money goes. WFM Brown makes bread and cakes and biscuits on Westray …
The toilet cisterns in Einar’s old school toilets say St Mungo on them. St Mungo is the patron saint of accused adulterers …
I’ve just bought this fabulous dried fruit tart from Peter Miller’s shop. Would you like a piece? Hold on! Wait a …
I arrive back from a day out exploring and there are freshly laid eggs on the doorstep from my kind Island friend. …
I remembered to empty the woodlice from the toaster when I arrived. I forgot about the ones inside the bread machine. There’s …
Broad horizons. Breathtaking clouds. Constantly changing skies. That’s the view of Westray from my window.
Alicen’s Gypsy caravan has some wonderful paintwork.
I really must put the curtain pole back up with all this early sunshine directly into my eyes in the bedroom.
Tread? More like trample all over. The horses have left their mark on my rhubarb.
It’s time for a bath and that means yet another spider to wash down the plug hole.
Please drive carefully during the breeding season.
Photographs tell stories. They tell stories about objects and people and the relationships between them. Some photographs tell you their own story; …
One of the greatest surprises I had when visiting Westray for the first time eight years ago was finding out there was …
It’s a new word for me. A manuport; Something brought by a human from one place to another. Something which shows conscious …
Tuesday night in Westray and the only gig in town is a packed house with every available seat taken, children on laps …
One of my earliest memories of coming to Westray was a trip to find the fishmonger to see what I could get …
The thistle is Scotland’s national symbol. Scottish independence is as prickly as one.
Lady the Shetland Pony is ginger and blonde.
The Yellow Flag Bog Irises have withstood the winter weather and the first ones are coming into full flower in Rapness. Iris …
I’m walking on the cliffs at Stanger Head past the Castle o’ Burrian and climbing up a rock crack when two tourists …
“Birds do, it, Bees do it, Even agricultural pests like Crane Flies do it.”
On Westray I pray for a still day and then the midges appear and I give thanks for the blustery ones.
Cycling in soft shell sand is always exhilarating and exhausting and is always a mistake; eventually. The sharp shell fragments will always …