The Creetown Gemrock Museum holds a special place in local folklore. For many visitors to Wigtownshire, it is a rite of passage. For me, I finally decided it was time to make that passage myself, and I wasn't disappointed. On a Sunday afternoon, ther...
As another lovely summer in Galloway was coming to an end, it seemed like the perfect time to visit a secluded castle in southern Scotland: Morton Castle. Nestled in the hills above Carronbridge, it is full of interesting history and surrounded by sp...
I have not blogged much over the summer. A lot has been going on. However, with the Scottish drizzle returning, the leaves falling from the trees and school being back, I thought it was time to start writing again. And this is the result of that thou...
Every time Arsenal win a trophy, whether it is the FA Cup or the Premier League title, it brings with it a bittersweet mixture of joy and nostalgia. Watching the Champions League final brought that Bittersweetness all together. There have been FA Cup...
How I migrated my blogs to Bearblog, why minimalism matters, and what the numbers reveal about this simple blogging platform.
It is a slightly cold and damp autumnal day and I am in a park in Scotland, following my toddler discovering the wonders of trees, bushes and grass. Suddenly he points at a small cluster of mushrooms and looks at me curiously. I tell him, “do not tou...
Before we made the move up to Scotland, I lived in a place called “the Cottage” in rural Hampshire, at the edge of a village. It had a very Midsomer Murders vibe, nestled between a railway line, a village hall, allotments, and a village that, althoug...
As I write this, an American president is threatening to end a civilisation and chatting to toddlers about Autopens. America has throughout my life been a constant: the world’s superpower. An unabashed place that leads the world in science, art, crea...
You can sense the grey skies through the light poking through the curtains and can hear the rain pitter-patting on the window. You can hear the dog snoring in the corner of the room. The slow rhythm of gentle sleep. The bed is warm. It’s snug. It fee...
Britain feels remarkably flat at the moment. Is it just me? The other weekend, we travelled over the border into England. It just felt more miserable, flat and depressing. Anecdotally at least, this is one data point among many observations. Britain...