I WOULDN’T wish running a packaged goods business or Etsy-style marketplace on anyone – especially not from an island. Yet here I am, doing both
IT has been quite the week for powerful males.
I RECENTLY discovered a Pinterest board for “Goose Lovers” and had to pour myself almost as stiff a drink as the day I discovered an Etsy shop selling dungarees to hold nappies in place for your “house duck” ...
WITH the impending forecast resulting in severe weather warnings, and the end of the October holidays nigh, it’s time for the lights to go off around our island shores. The ferry queue to get away before reality struck this weekend was quite the sight...
ONE in three people are estimated to be affected by mental health problems in Scotland in any given year. I am one of them. I was once ashamed of that. Today, my recovery journey is something I look at with pride ...
REWILDING is one of those unhelpfully nebulous words. It hovers on the edge of understanding, with a complete explanation and precise definition just tantalisingly out of reach. If recent developments are to be believed, making serious money from it is just as tantalisingly out of reach.
I PROMISED myself that I wouldn’t write about Gaelic again for a while. Then Andrew Marr opened his mouth and spouted forth, and now I have no choice ...
I AM not an academic, but I do come from a family of them. My mother, father and sister sport no fewer than 12 degrees and diplomas between them. I like to joke that while they have more letters after their names than most of us have in our names, none of them are blessed with the ability to instinctively work a washing machine ...
ONE of the never-endingly frustrating things about being a native Gaelic speaker is the automatic assumption that your entire raison d’être is to save the language.
SOMEONE said to me this week that, “In Tiree, you are either flat out, or you are a retired millionaire – there is no in-between”...
