Tag Archives: postaday
Bluebell Bonanza
I had spent weeks trying to get a beautiful shot of bluebells in sunshine, then we left Edinburgh and headed up North for a 10 day break. Look what we found in the field the hour after we arrived. A … Continue reading
Woodland Awakening
There’s a soft earthy path which winds away into the wild woods. We can walk together along its soft curves, deeper and deeper into the trees. Here we can escape our worried thoughts, moving closer and closer into a vibrant … Continue reading
Sand Patterns
Twice every day the water of the sea runs her fingers through the sand, leaving tell-tale patterns. These repeating patterns display in clear sight some of the hidden energies within the water. Everything the water touches is changed in some … Continue reading
Rising Above
Some days, when the world feels noisy and cramped, its good to climb up out of the city and into the fresh clear air of the hills above. Follow me up the steep slopes of Arthur’s Seat, rising from the … Continue reading
Cultured Reflections
Culture swirls in layers around us, and we catch sight of it from the corners of our eyes. What we’ve been exposed to in our younger years seeps into our creative unconscious, and little threads of culture are woven into … Continue reading
Rock Faces
There are places in this world where the fabric of reality is woven a little looser. There are spaces between the threads, and strange and unusual things can push through these gaps into the light. Things from the otherworld, which … Continue reading
Crumbling Stone Bones
Change was whispering hints through the thin blue air of winter, and now the mountains were calling. The sound barely heard, was vibrating bone deep, an echo ringing through time. These stone peaks towering into the sky, unchanged over countless … Continue reading
Rainbow Coloured Highland Village
. I’ve been coming to Plockton since I was a baby, as my Granny owned the hotel. The doors of all the houses used to be left open, and I knew who lived behind each one. Even when I was … Continue reading
My Vintage Day – Plockton
Will you join me walking through my vintage day in the Scottish Highland village of Plockton? Take my hand and let the years slip away until you’re that age again where time has no meaning. You might imagine you … Continue reading










