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A daily ritual. Lighting the wood stove and watching the little flames grow. From a glow of last nights embers to ragged flames. From the fireside I think about how this year I rekindled a little fire. It was just… A Daily Ritual

A Daily Ritual

At art school, many years ago, they used to say draw what you see, not what you think you see. I’ve been thinking about that a tonne recently but it turns out it isn’t really just about drawing. It’s about… When Blind Spots Align

When Blind Spots Align

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 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