The bloggy bit

This is Gorlitz. He lives out his days communicating with passers-by, using his own super-simplified dialect of sign language, composed...

Food house, watering hole, welcome Smiley smiles, rehearsed I reckon The Highland hotel, refurbished Drawn, like moths, to a light that...

I hear lately of no hope I hear that no one is listening I see the sheep everywhere now I hear them groaning, so bloated they're...

The road to revolution is paved with shut doors, closed curtains, barbed wire and brick walls. Sullen faces, and turned heads, Strong...

I've not been getting much sleep recently. In part, because it's mid-June, and it doesn't really get dark anymore. But mainly, because my...

Ardnamurchan. (Invaders pronunciation: Arrghh-D-nah-mUrr-can) Further west than a fair number of the Hebridean islands. It feels as...

Farewell Argyll. It's been quite a strange, surreal, and unexpectedly incredible five-and-a-half weeks. It feels like much longer. I have...

As it happens, As it happened, As it occurs in slow-time. As it will, As it won't, As it wouldn't have otherwise been. As it comes, As it...

Twelve days have passed, since I poked some words into this page. In that time I have taken myself south along the shores of Loch Fyne,...

Have you ever bought a cake, and thought to yourself "ooh this will last a few days. That's exciting." And then you get home. And the...

Here comes some words, doodidoodoo... The sun is shining, glaring at me through the tent fabric, making me sweat slightly. I'm perched,...