Oh let's all go move to Edinburgh! I had barely a few hours in the city and they left me all aflutter. Changing trains between Elgin and Alnmouth I wrangled a half-hour at the Fruitmarket, a contemporary art gallery just......
The light heats to gold, cools to gray. We leave the house once S is asleep and make for the Back Shore. We go past the maltings, and linger at the Point. The harbour is quiet, though sometimes a seal......
A fortnight ago I took the train to Weimar to see friends and meet their newborn son. Mostly, he slept. When he flailed and frightened us with his roars, we put him in the sling and went to see all......
The best visits reverberate even after you're back. I spent a few days in Edinburgh with Clare and brought home the sound of gulls, the taste of Valvona & Crolla's San Francisco sourdough bread and Troy's quinoa salad, some linen......
A friendly crowd followed the flaming tar barrel down Burghead's narrow streets. Once at the Point, the Clavie Crew placed it on the stone altar. The Clavie King doused the barrel with a little creosote, then a little more. When......