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When I was a kid growing up in Sutherland, I spent a lot of time crab fishing. A wee wild gang of us roaming the rocky, seaweed-covered shorelines with the bare minimum equipment. We’d kick limpets off the rocks for… Crab Fishing

Crab Fishing

I’ve been looking back on some pieces of writing I did in the summer of 2025. I’ve been thinking about the importance of taking voice notes in my practice as a way of capturing my thinking during making. I realise… Little Windows

Little Windows

I remember the first time we set foot in the house at the farm. What I mean is: I remember arriving, walking down the little stone path to the back door. I can still remember the way the flagstones fell… The Farm

The Farm

The next phase was Musselburgh. Plucked from teuchter life and dropped into a council house on the edge of Edinburgh. No more sheep shit. Just slabs and snails. Still wet, still wild in its own way. We found snails in… Musselburgh

Musselburgh