IF I want a rammy in my mentions, all I need to do is write the word “local” in one of my ramblings, and lo it will bring all the angst screaming into the yard ...
IT is almost impossible to raise a topic like tourism, climate or housing without opinions dividing like Moses and the Red Sea. For those of us who are daft enough to persist in raising difficult topics, walking the line is like juggling chainsaws.
GOODNESS knows, we all want to escape sometimes ...
I DON’T know if you’ve heard, but there’s an election coming up.
THERE’S a field on our croft called Creag a’ Mhannaich (the rock of the monk). The story goes that there is a pulpit-style rock in the field and that a monk preached there back in the time of Columba. Where the story comes from originally – and how true it is – is up
THIS might come as a surprise, but I often feel sorry for CalMac. It simply cannot win...
WHAT is it about open, unspoilt landscapes that makes people want to stamp themselves all over it? Not content with looking at it, we must, like cats offered fresh litter, mark our territory ...
I SPENT a miserable nine months in the mid-2000s as an Information Officer for the Scottish Parliament.
IT feels like the Gaelic census results have been as long coming as this General Election. Both have finally been announced, and the language headlines are that 12,000 more people say they speak Gaelic – taking us up to 70,000 – and that up to 130,000 have “Gaelic skills” (read, write or understand) which is a large increase.
HERE in the islands, the swallows are back, the grass is growing and the wildflowers aren’t far off...
