I’m doing a bit more commuting these days – to Edinburgh twice a week, since you ask. The plan is to use all that lovely sitting down, wified time to get writing. I’ve even bought a fold-up keyboard to use with my iPad. So I’m ready, really ready. No excuses. And… Not gazing through the […]
Show me the Monets
The shame… “Oh no, madam. The Monets are at Kelvingrove, we’ve got Manets, and Degas and lots of other stuff. But if it’s Monets you want, you’ll need to go elsewhere,” the lady with the badge at the Burrell Collection said gently. But her kindness didn’t soften it, Boy Three’s face fell. We were crushed. […]
The life-changing power of a good flask
One year my dad gave me a lovely shiny Thermos for Christmas. It wasn’t very big and it was my first grown-up vacuum flash. It re-launched an interest in hillwalking as, inspired by visions of hot ‘proper’ Feliz Coffee to warm a Munro top, I joined a hillwalking group. Obviously, a hot beverage on a […]
Christmas reflections: the empty grotto
It suddenly struck me yesterday. In Sainsbury’s in Braehead, since you ask. The Thing that had been worrying me this Christmas, and probably many previous ones too. I was in browsing the bog roll as Boy One was at the Saturday Sweep – the regular have-a-go curling session. It’s a new venture (curling not toilet […]