Author Archives: greenmackenzie
The Birth of Magic
There’s a hill, just beyond the hill behind the last hill you can see, rolling away into the distance. On the breast of this hill magic is brewed each and every day. It rises in soft white and purple clouds … Continue reading
Sun Worship
Summer lovin’ Bastet style. Nobody soaks up the suns heat as stylishly as cats, and our Bengal positively shimmers in the solar heat. The Egyptians worshiped cats, and cats worship the sun. Perhaps they have a drop or two of … Continue reading
Dog Days of Summer
It was hot, the air was heavy and languid, and none of us felt like moving. The dog days of summer had arrived, bringing heat and lethargy, so there was only one antidote….some sea air. The dogs had been snoozing … Continue reading
Rose water
Sometimes the world is so crowded with beauty that it’s hard to breath. The heat and the light Burn until we crave shade to Sup rose water dew.
On Containing
All around us, everywhere, the world is filled with containers holding things within them. The bowl contains the oranges, the orange skin contains the segments, the segments contain the juice. Most things, ourselves included, are both containing, and being contained. … Continue reading
Stone Owl
Stone owl watches Waiting for his flower maid Heartache will follow
Two Tails
Some times two tails, and two noses are better than one. The smell of the freshly landed langoustines was just too much to resist.
Royal Relics
This wonderful characterful unicorn is part of a fairytale Scottish relic commissioned by King James V. It has stood in the central courtyard of Linlithgow Palace since 1538, just one year after the young Scottish King married the sophisticated and … Continue reading
Skye Clouds
There’s an almost mythical island which you may have heard of, drifting to the west, dipping in and out of view. Here the clouds and mountains mimic each others shapes, merging sky and mountain into an impossible tantalising illusion. Some … Continue reading
Graveside Memories: Balmacara
It was my Granny’s birthday in June, while we were visiting Plockton, and so we paid her a visit in Balmacara Graveyard. I picked fresh flowers from the garden and we drove the twisting single track road out of the … Continue reading










