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EXULTATION The rain falls, I would like it to fall so that it dapples a small lochan with its reeds and waterlilies in such a way that I...

DISCHORD I cannot think of anything better than the sound of the dip of oars and the ripples of water against the bows of small rowing...

RESPONSIBILITY The clock of my time, I do not know what it is but it looks dismal; has it always been like this? When I was young I...

THE COLD SNAP Just before Christmas, the air trembled a little and became delicate. When we went outside our breath plumed in front of us...

THESE PRECIOUS SPACES. This desk and all these books, lovingly placed, lovingly made, everything perfect right down to the musty smell of...

STORM PARTY Oh! Walking hand in glove, with the cold, cold wind and the lights across the Clyde making the night full of bright...

A slow warm salty sea: dark. The log drifts, surrounded by small fish nibbling on its soft bark. Occasionally it dips in a wave; a faint...

SOUP AND SEAGLASS I have just hung up the washing; it feels good to be able to get all the clothes outside in this gap between the rain...

HOME COOKING Another weekend, a weekend of all the usual bustle: telly programs, the children squabbling over which channel to watch, us...

Gardens Today, Wendy was up way before me, ready to go on her journey to Oban and Mull with Sharon and Clare; her new ‘sisters’. I had...

OUTSIDE PLAYTIME ON SUMMER EVENINGS I am sitting at the picnic table on the decking in the back garden, reading a book and drinking...

ARDMORE POINT AND EAST OF THE SAW MILL. They are jewels; little seaglass gems from the sea. We walk the beach, stooped, forgetting to...

TREATS I don’t know what my new life is about. I don’t know. I am tangled in children in a babble of emotion and adventure. We are...

SPRING EQUINOX Charlotte throwing a piece of bread at the ducks in a wild, unfocussed gesture and then dashing back to us as they start...

Patterns to wake up to. Now I think of it I am not too sure what a pattern is. Something repeating? But then you have irregular patterns....

HELENSBUGH LANDSCAPE I always thought urban was something gritty – edgy and grimy, full of rubbish bins and pub drunk people, it put me...

2016 - WINTER MORNING: STORM GERTRUDE From the gutter, the water spills; torn by the wind to splay back and forth, as though someone...

EXPLORERS Why does snow always fall inside a car when you open a snow-covered door? My car seat will now be damp and cold and wet when I...

BAKING DAY That sight of the sun streaked sea and the dark shaded clouds. I love it each time I see it. It is crystal but better than...

FREEDOM I would reach; reach out of me. I would hold my mind up; way up in the sky, where the clouds are and the blueness. Where the sun...