Landscape Painter, Life Writer, occasional Nomad in perpetual pursuit of a dream
How blessed we have been, confined to place, to have found ourselves ‘imprisoned’ in such a naturally bountiful area with almost infinite possibilities for wild exploring. From rocky, salt-washed coastlines to inky, silent lochans secreted into upland folds; tangled birchwoods scattered with primroses, bluebells and now, chanterelles; still, calm waters where black-throated divers lead their …
My mother was a gardener. Not by profession but by choice. She had studied botany and knew all the Latin names but I think, above everything, she just liked an excuse to get her hands dirty.Dressed in the oldest of clothes, small fork in hand she spent every spare hour on the kidney-shaped kneeling pad …
Already, it is May. How strange, the way time moves. Sometimes it gallops; sometimes, it crawls. Occasionally it appears to do both at the same time. We have been in lockdown now for around seven weeks. We are still very lucky here in Assynt, in that we can get out and enjoy the wilderness without …
Today I sat down and put my virtual pen to paper. I realised with disbelief and some embarassment how long it is since I wrote anything here, and I vowed – I vow – to change my behaviour. From now on there will be regular updates, I promise. How strange that it should take something …