Somewhere between poised and panicky

Good morning, afternoon, evening – whenever this little piece hits you, rest assured that all is well here in my humble abode. Kind of. Just the usual little hickups, shipwrecks, whatchimmacallits, aka: life. Happens a lot. So, yesterday, I was due to lead the Boundary Way Writers February session. I had it all prepared. Ta-da!

Before the storm

Turns out ‘after the storm’ is also ‘before the storm’. Storm Isha has just about left. Storm Jocelyn is about to make an appearance. Scotrail has cancelled all trains this evening as a safety measure with the warning of further disruption and cancellations, so I will stay put. My plans, foiled by wind. Ah, Jocelyn!

I’m lichen it

I am currently looking for a nature writing theme. Next month, I’ll be running the Boundary Way Writers Group session again and right now, I am trying to make up my mind. This morning, after a very generous mug of coffee, I scrolled through my photographs. Moss, moss, moss, more moss – there’s a bit

Duckweed literature – there’s not enough!

To be honest, I’m quite enjoying my ‘I’m not a birder’ phase. To be blunt, I’m loving it. And, to prove that, indeed, I am not a birder… here’s a story about something completely different: duckweed. Oh, but not simply a story about the humble Lemna Minor, that would be too easy, wouldn’t it? So