Category: Diary of a would be blogger

Back from Canna. Some things about the island are the same as ever. The light and the views of Rum still take your breath away, and the word magic appears on every page of the visitors’ book. Some things have changed. There are more young people on the quay to meet the boat, and this…

I should be packing. Ray and I are off to the island of Canna for two days and I have food to gather and lists to check. It is nearly exactly 28 years since we went there for the first time and I can’t believe how much stuff we had to take: nappies and a…

How about this. That picture of elk crossing the Trans-Canada highway has produced another comment from the other side of the world. In case it has slipped too far down screen for you to spot, here again is the picture that Beryl emailed me a couple of months ago. First of all Lonnie posted a…

I see that left leaning bloggers are being asked to unite against Michael Meacher and his bid for leadership of the Labour Party. I scoff a little at the idea. Even in my most optimistic moments I don’t imagine that anyone out there is reading my thoughts apart from family and friends. Then I nip…

So here I am sitting in the City Chambers cafeteria enjoying a bowl of minestrone with two Tigers and a Monkey. It’s been an odd week.

What a bunch. I went to bed last night profoundly depressed by the whole sordid circus of politics. There’s the seedy lot on the podium at Manchester, the even seedier media probing every political cough and spit but worst of all are the 30 idiots dragged in or dredged up by Newsnight to form the…

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