The Eyes of Lochaber

The Eyes of Lochaber

It was a Wednesday in late August and we were in Scotland, meandering along the harbour footpath in the small village of Arisaig. I stopped at a stone plinth – a memorial in the shape of a parachute – and read the inscription: It had been blessed by no...
Scotland 2

Scotland 2

Our second foray to Scotland was done the hard way – no more taking it easy flying up to Glasgow. This time we had a group bus – a Volkwagen Transporter with us and the gear aboard, plying our way up the M6 and M74 and beyond.. Yes beyond is the word....
Sixty

Sixty

Age is a thing that sneaks up on you while your feeling vibrant and robust. It jumps out of the shadows like a scary monster in a film – ‘Aaaaargh!’ it says, and you jump back in shock. One day you discover that something you took for granted is not available in such...