March arrived as docile as a lamb and then began to roar, continued to roar and will leave still roaring. Spring took one look at the weather map and immediately fled southwards, leaving us cold, wet and miserable. Any daffodil foolhardy enough to raise its head was immediately decapitated, the primroses huddled in corners and […]
Wild Swans
12 Days of Christmas
Day 7: Wild Swans We are on the cusp of a new year, a time of transition – looking forwards and looking back. This morning, before the sun had risen behind the hills of Uist in the east, I looked out on to a silver path over the waves inviting me to journey into the […]