Author Archives: gaelharrison

A new day … the boiler has broken and we are awaiting the vital part that will bring back heat and hot water. John has the King of Colds and I have just knitted a Christmas elf. Outside, the garden … Continue reading →

This morning the fog was thick, no sign of life over the sea wall, but I could hear the hoot of the Royal Scotsman crossing the bridge on its way north. Not for us the luxury of sitting back and … Continue reading →

I sat out this morning at 6.30 a.m. and the sea was like silk and the bumble bees were bumbling and buzzing in a froth of poppy pollen. The garden has flourished and we have won against the elements and … Continue reading →

I’m at a loss. Finished all my projects, tidied my sewing room, and don’t know what to do. For the last few months I have been possessed. Finished the Iliad and the Odyssey, and Margaret Attwood’s ‘The Penelopiad’, Madeline Miller’s  … Continue reading →

A Guid New Year to ane and a’….. and so the story goes. Burns night tonight, and yes, we shall eat haggis, neeps and tatties. We are all trying to follow the calendar, do what we have always done, watch … Continue reading →

Today is Saint Andrew’s Day, and it will always be etched on my memory from the years spent in Kota Kinabalu in Sabah, East Malaysia on the island of Borneo.  I was young, the children tiny and the days seem … Continue reading →

It is witchy time again, and although it will be a different Halloween this year, there are signs that the magic is still around – pumpkins guarding the doorways, witches’ faces drawn on windows and little kids all excited to … Continue reading →