Why have one liquid, when you can have many? (Possibly one of the tagline pitches Fyne Ales binned early on, but you didn’t hear that from me). As ever, I’m asking the real questions. With work picking up, plus a random virus from nowhere knocking me flat this week, I could probably go for an … More A Fyne Ale
Old West Coast (of Scotland) proverb: ‘All who enter here maketh the bricks chipper‘. . . . So I made that up, but it’s never too late for churches to adopt a tagline, right? I mean look at this guy. It’s so down with what goes on indoors, even its windows are singing. Having had … More Happy Bricks
“Let’s go for a walk”, they said. “Before it gets dark”. “We’re about to go downhill – the soggy, slidey downhill – and out of the light“, I said. “The sun’s gone, now”, I said. “This was a bad plan”. Note to future Tarbert Castle visitors: 5pm in winter is not a good time to … More -6º
Snow, three ways: On the ground, on the dog, and from the sky. For one week, Scotland went white; within a day, it disappeared. Now it’s gone South for the Winter, and I’m having withdrawal symptoms.
Boxing Day, 2am. Snow has fallen. In six hours, specs will remain. In seven, there will be no trace. Just a secret between me and the nocturnal. One of my favourite things about snow at night is the way it dampens sound. When it fell, I was the only one awake (animals excluded), and snuck … More A Secret Snowfall