Run everywhere…to get somewhere 

Growing up on a farm in the North East of Scotland was all about animals, machinery, woods, hillsides, dens, bike tracks and football on the lawn. Safe space for miles around. Power cuts, milk straight from the bulk tank, bonfires and Bennachie, the hill I could see from my bedroom window. Deep deep snow and... Continue Reading →

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The Bet

I'm not what you might call 'clubbable'. At parties I'm the one who'll arrive with an escape plan. The one who can't hide the overwhelming sense of relief when I recognise someone I know. The one who can't remember names, stories or punchlines. The one who nods and smiles but can't really hear a thing... Continue Reading →

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