To An Old Friend

When I was twenty two I met a lad three years younger than me, who somehow seemed a wee bit older. An ex Met cadet who’d pitched up in the same police accommodation as me and a load of other emigres who’d joined Strathclyde Police and been posted to the city. A boy from a … Continue reading To An Old Friend →

West Highland Way

Life force: (noun) ‘the spirit which animates living creatures; the soul.’ It’s a powerful thing this life-force; a term we’ve adopted to compensate for that bridge between the rational-scientific and the spiritual, because there is undeniably something other than mere existence that drives us forward. That beyond the biological mechanics, chemistry and physics that make … Continue reading West Highland Way →

Last Man Standing

March 2016 A cold wind is blowing. Spring is around the corner, but winter is having a final hurrah. The boat is supported high on its cradle and twenty feet up, standing on the deck, I can see the inner basin of the harbour, marina pontoons bobbing around and, beyond that, the churning Firth of … Continue reading Last Man Standing →