Walking Meg
I’ve been suspicious of dogs ever since a Great Dane licked my face and crushed my testicles by standing on me as …
I’ve been suspicious of dogs ever since a Great Dane licked my face and crushed my testicles by standing on me as …
Little luxuries are important if you’re living in a ruin on a remote island. A hot Radox bath is one of those …
Craneflies have such an unpredictable wobbly flight. Their flight would be a lot worse if they didn’t have such big halteres to …
The last red poppy on wasteland at Rack Wick.
Thank you Lily for the Minion :)
Lubricate this breaker well Tightened bolts prevent all rapping And be sure all parts are clean That’s the way to keep it …
Okay, okay, I know I’ve got to sweep the floor of the Hall, but there are so many other more exciting things …
The hooded postbox. The rain in Westray is generally horizontal rather than vertical, apart from at the end; just before it hits …
A postbox at the north end of the Island. Remote, I’d call it.
Lady is beautiful and eats delicately from my hand. Her nose is warm. Krummie wants to bite me and farts extravagantly for …
Meeting Meg for the first time <3 xxx
Decaf coffee. Drop scones. One butter. No jam. £3.04. The best cakes on the Island :) The Wheeling Steen Gallery – and …
Very little has been touched in my house since the 1970s. The bathroom still has the original, now faded, bright orange, hand-made, …
Friend. Land Rover. Sunshine. Beach. Walk.
Today I go in search of Dark Island Reserve. A beer that even red wine drinkers find palatable – or so I …
The Puffins are here! I thought that I would have just missed them, but tonight, there they were, like flying boats at …
My first evening here and I’m desperate to get out and about on my bike. Starlings flutter and shuffle their elaborate pecking …
A cup of tea. A bacon roll. A Tunnock’s Caramel Wafer. On the Orkney Ferry to Westray. £2.80. Breakfast.
Westray.
Long evening shadows at the Bay of Tafts with the sound of bike tyres grinding on shell sand as my tires slip …
The ferry to Westray is due in less than an hour. There’s just time to admire the blue skies, the boats in …
So very close and so very far away. It’s 8:40am and it’s not legal to buy alcohol before 10:00am here. My ferry …
I’m glad to see that the Orkney obsession with rhubarb continues unabated!
So what’s so special about blue, red and yellow bunting across the street in Kirkwall I hear you ask? Well, they are …
It’s 7am. A duck swims in the sea in Kirkwall.
The sun is up, the sky is blue. The sun is up, the sky is blue, it’s beautiful and so are you. …
There’s a stunning ball of burning gas out there and the earth is tumbling around it. It’s dawn in Kirkwall.
The sun is up and there’s an Otter entering the sea in Kirkwall. I wander down The Shore and see the pale golden sun appear.