It felt like approaching a mirage in the desert. No matter how long we walked towards it, our destination never seemed to get any closer. Our walk was taking us towards Northton Temple (known as Rubh’ an Teampaill in Gaelic)…
On the Importance of Rural Stories
Which places matter, and whose stories are worth telling? Not long ago, I pitched a piece of writing that was rejected. The rejection itself didn’t bother me – writers have their work rejected far more often than not – but…
Cellardyke Tidal Pool: Wild Swimming in the East Neuk of Fife
Fronds of seaweed clung to the sea wall of the pool, as if trying to climb to the other side. Perched here, half submerged in salt water, I could see the nature of the Fife coast in all its glory….
A Coastal Walk to MacLeod’s Stone, Isle of Harris
For millennia it’s stood there, tall and solitary on the prow of the hill. But for all its stature, it’s easy to miss. If you’re driving past on the road – south to the Leverburgh ferry, perhaps, or north to…
Cianalas: The Gaelic “Homesickness”
“A Lewis man would be homesick in heaven.” I’m not sure where I first heard it, but this phrase – about the island in the Outer Hebrides where I’m from – has stuck with me ever since. It felt particularly…
An Afternoon at Carnish Beach, Isle of Lewis
We were about to turn around and drive back along the Uig road the way we’d come when we spotted the sign. “Access to beach” was neatly painted on a piece of old wood, with an arrow pointing in the…
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