Arbroath & The End of the World

I coast gently downhill from Arbroath station, the sea air kissing my cheeks in welcome as a cheerful little harbour comes into view. I know virtually nothing about this place, aside from a few brief mentions in some Alexander McCall Smith books, but my immediate impressions could not be more favourable! The sunshine never hurts,…

Song for December & End of Project Thoughts

On my slightly disastrous journey to Orkney last month I spent a very long time on the train. I usually find travel time creatively helpful –  sitting motionless for hours as Scotland flashes past, I’ll often end up with a page or two of poetic snippets I can turn to for inspiration when beginning a…

To the Northern Isles

I sit in a frigid and remote bus shelter at 5 am, chatting with a Dutch pensioner about the merits of traveling alone. She says that the freedom is worth the occasional loneliness, and I pull my hat a little further down over my ears. It’s bloody cold. My eyes drift halfway shut the moment…

A Journey Measured in Mittens

My beautiful flat sold last week. I’m not happy about it, but I’ve resigned myself to the end of my Air B&B income and gone out and found myself a job. Amazingly, I’ve found something I don’t even hate – I’m caring for a paraplegic woman – but nonetheless this will put a stop to…