My first ever magazine, or newspaper opinion piece. As good or bad as it is, I'm really pleased it got published. Thank you iScot! Everybody wants to change the world. Well, most of us do. It’s that fundamental human urge to travel ever onwards. A river of life thing, bound with the laws of the … Continue reading iScot Article
It's a relatively rare thing to have snow fall as often as we've had this winter. Turns a grey winter cityscape into something altogether easier on the eye. I used to work in an area of Glasgow riven with multiple deprivation. The only time it ever transcended it's perma-bleakness was on days like this. Snow … Continue reading Snow!!!
It had been a long day. Possilpark, its sullen streets lined with hard as nails tenements, looked gloomy in the constant rain. They had trudged around as popular as Jehovahs witnesses, leather folders clutched against water-streaked raincoats. At every door they had met the same reception. Shaking heads and hostile faces. Now he could feel … Continue reading It Had Been A Long Day
There’s Always Someone He took one last look. It was raining and a cold wind made the lampposts sway and judder. The street was empty. The Sergeant had gone and there was only a dry rectangle against the kerb to show where the police car had been. Harry closed the door and retraced his steps … Continue reading There’s Always Someone
A walk home from a night out with old friends always puts you in a reflective mood. Maybe you open up to the world a little. Beer helps. That said, a smartphone camera lens is a poor way to capture a night time scene, but hopefully this gives some sense of the unusual. I am … Continue reading Light
I came across this rare footage of David Gilmour playing an old Richard Thomson song some months back. The Dimming Of The Day. Beautiful version of a wonderful song 🙂 https://youtu.be/EK2N3S0lr4c
So. I did a new thing. Something I'd wanted to do for a long time, but for reasons I won't elaborate on here, could not. It wasn't on a bucket list. I didn't swim with a dolphin. Machu Picchu is as far away as ever and I won't be swimming in the Dead Sea anytime … Continue reading Something New..
In a book I acquired some time ago, a sage advised that the first thing a writer should do, every morning, is download whatever crap is in their head into a journal. That way the scattered junk in your mind can be swept away, along with the torrent of words. Dumped onto a page. Gone. … Continue reading Moniack Mhor
A return to an island I first visited a year ago. The half marathon I'll be running is just an excuse to go there, if such an excuse were really needed. A beautiful place renowned for its coastline and beaches more than anything else. It is remote and if you stand at its western most … Continue reading Tiree