Cherrypicked stories

I hovered the mouse pointer over the 'Post' button. I really wasn't sure about it. I shut my eyes briefly. I could hear the low hum of the computer...

Tinker was waiting on the stairs when I got in, meowing fit to bust. She rubbed around my legs as I took off my trainers, then darted up ahead of me...

The Sixties…In My Sixties This morning is beautiful and I really mean that. The sun beats down upon the breath-taking countryside that cradles our...

I really wasn’t expecting this. I had set out to start clearing some of the detritus we had managed to gather over the last few years, when we had...

It took ten minutes to cycle home if I took the route via the bypass. But I took a detour down towards town and headed for mum's place. I'd not seen...

a memory of walking worn between trees into moss and fallen leaves. A parting as through hair, to tame or make bindable a growing thing shod foot...

By ten to four, everyone had gone home and it was just the end-of-day tidying and wind-down. Most of the staff were sitting around the main table, as...

Contining with my novel-in-progress. 'An Outing' was essentially the first chapter. I'm having a struggle with the writing of this - but I guess writing isn't meant to be easy! I'm still not sure where it's going. I'm just ploughing on to try to see what emerges. Sorry - these three sections are almost 5,000 words in total, which is asking a lot for readers. But I needed to keep them together to maintain the mood and flow of the chapter.

The day that I went blind, the Ochills blurred magnificently before me, with tears running down my cheeks. I remember the road signs on the M90 as...