Category Archives: Vague

By: Vague   I left you on a bit of a cliffhanger in my last piece; I didn’t know what was going to happen myself. I was ill, in fact I would have to say that was the most unwell … Continue reading →

By: Vague   So, what has happened since my last piece? I’ve been quite busy, at least up until yesterday when things took a worrying twist, but more on this later. While you were all busy watching fireworks last weekend … Continue reading →

By: Vague   The storms up here have been increasing in both intensity and length. I awoke the other day ready (and indeed fully washed) to go to Mallaig to pick up a couple of parcels of supplies my sister … Continue reading →

By: Vague   …then I’ll begin. I thought for this blog entry I’d tell a seasonal tale, but first let me set the scene. It has currently been raining for nearly twenty-four hours, more or less non-stop with a break … Continue reading →

By: Vague   After an unseasonal snow fall and arctic temperatures, I am now enjoying the usual West Highland weather; heavy, constant rain. This got me thinking about what is needed to survive out here, so I thought I’d write … Continue reading →

By: Vague   Out here I am surrounded by, immersed in and live and breathe nature. I lose track of the amount of times in the day I pause to watch, listen and experience different threads of this oh-so-rich tapestry. … Continue reading →

By: Vague   Where does a day go? In fact, where does time go in general? I’ve been out here for over three weeks now, yet it barely seems any time at all. My days recently have been full of … Continue reading →

By: Vague   I’ve always been inspired by a phrase or two in Raymond Mears’ very first book. In this he says how any fool can act the hard man and eat unnecessarily bland food and goes on to say … Continue reading →

By: Vague   It is nearly ten in the morning. I was just sat idly thinking when it struck me that I would normally have been at work for two hours by now. Instead, what have I done? I’ve laid … Continue reading →

By: Vague   As I write this it is Sunday evening, about half past seven. I have had no mobile reception for several days now and intend to walk back around the coast a little way tomorrow (weather permitting) to … Continue reading →