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I’m back in a place I love. I haven’t been here for eight years and my first impression on arrival was how beautiful it is. I had forgotten. An hour north of Seville, tucked into the side of a wooded … Continue reading
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I’m back in a place I love. I haven’t been here for eight years and my first impression on arrival was how beautiful it is. I had forgotten. An hour north of Seville, tucked into the side of a wooded … Continue reading
Probably not altogether. He is, literally, in my blood after all. But it’s been nearly a year now since Don Roberto: the Adventure of Being Cunninghame Graham was published, and more than seven years since I first gave the talk … Continue reading
The grey shingle of Whidbey Island’s beaches is littered with driftwood, testament to the arboreal abundance of the Pacific Northwest. Whole trees, branches, fist-sized lumps lie along the tideline like the bleached bones of sea monsters. Under dull, rain-laden skies … Continue reading
Last Friday we launched Don Roberto: the Adventure of Being Cunninghame Graham at the Scottish Storytelling Centre in Edinburgh – a fitting venue since its director, Donald Smith, first encouraged me to give the talk which later became the book. … Continue reading
This time next month I will be on Whidbey Island, just north of Seattle, with my great friend and Dark Angels colleague, Richard Pelletier. We’ll be running a residential course for the first time since the start of the pandemic. … Continue reading
For a dozen years, from the early nineties, my brother Simon and I ran a dance band. We had played together as children and teenagers but our adult lives had taken us in different directions and it was only when … Continue reading
Before the pandemic I used to go into Edinburgh quite regularly. We have a railway station within walking distance of our house and it was a pleasant hour-and-a-half journey, down to Perth, through Fife and along the coast of the … Continue reading
My first waking image yesterday morning, well before I opened my eyes, was of a magnificent jungle waterfall, cascading down through several levels and widening symmetrically as it went, the whole scene fringed by luxuriant green leaves. It was so … Continue reading
I was surprised yesterday morning by the very strong impulse to write a blog. It’s two-and-a-half years since I last posted, in which time I’ve given little thought to A Few Kind Words. But yesterday, the project that has occupied … Continue reading