Category Archives: North Queensferry 2016

I have just had an email from the Luxury Guest House in Trastevere in Rome telling me they have a new property in the Vatican area. How weird it is that today of all days I am making roasted tomato … Continue reading →

It’s Sunday evening, not yet five, and outside it is dark already. The sea is flat calm and all shimmery. Elsewhere in the country, Storm Angus has been blowing up disasters. Here I quietly sip my tequila tonic and reflect … Continue reading →

At last I can sit down. I have just had a morning of frenzied cleaning, and John is out shouting at the plants, it seems they have either to shape up or they are OUT. I see two loads of … Continue reading →

‘Surely its that quiet here that even the sheeps themselves on the hills is lonely’: A quote from the book by Lilian Beckwith, a lady who once moved to Elgol on the island of Skye and wrote a series of … Continue reading →

  It’s done. This time last week I was despairing, my toes were bleeding, it was excruciating just to put any weight on the left foot at all, a blister the size of a purple grape was lodged between my … Continue reading →

This is called procrastination. I should be writing my book, but I am all dressed for Pilates, in jet black, ready to take on the challenges of whatever torture instrument is laid by the mat. Last week it was a … Continue reading →

Monday morning, and the sheets are flapping outside, such a jolly aid to shipping. The sea is quite stormy and grey, but the tankers and container ships are able to see where they are going. Apparently this part of the … Continue reading →

The old kitchen is in the skip, and the new one is in boxes all over the place, the new range cooker (with seven burners) is lurking enticingly in its box, after being hauled in by a mighty man. It … Continue reading →