Telling stories
Photographs tell stories. They tell stories about objects and people and the relationships between them. Some photographs tell you their own story; …
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 …
A giant pebble at Rack Wick.
Lady Kirk in Pierowall was built in 1674 on the foundations of a 13th-century church.
Roadmire is a great name for the boggy area leading to Letto Sands. These Palaeozoic horsetails flourish there undisturbed.
I’m in the market for some yoghurt. That means I’ve got to clear my mind of any preconceptions about the flavour I might want. What will the shops have for me this year?
Everytime I visit [[Westray]] I love the food. Whether it’s the fresh fish from Pierowall Fish or the unpasteurised cheese from Wilson’s …
On Gill Pier this tiny plant clings on to the edge. A little like this Island does.
Lady loves to be petted. She loves carrots more though.
I love the rocks on Orkney. The whole area of Greenland, Shetland, Orkney and down to the Moray Firth was once a …
The red hand of seaweed grasps a pebble at Rack Wick.
Morwenna is a beautiful Thai cat. She’s a Korat, described as “a silver-tipped blue that appears to shimmer”. The Thai people refer …
I stop my bike on the main road and see three lambs. They look delicious.
“Like pebbles on a beachKicked around, displaced by feetOh, like broken stonesThey’re all trying to get home” Paul Weller – Broken Stones
Dawn is at 3:57 this morning. In Rendalls, one of the shops in the village, I notice a small pile of CDs. …