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The Gannets

The Gannets are back.

Fishing in the harbour like mad things yesterday evening. I love their rocket dives. Like white cruise missiles hitting the water one after the other. Sometime successful. But not always. There must have been a big…

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Touch The Moon

My good friend Chris Annetts just celebrated his birthday. But he’s far more excited (and rightly so…what’s another year anyway?) about the launch of his new single and his new website.

The latter is, like all these things, a work…

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Publish

I often have ideas for this blog when I walk. Usually I forget them. That’s fine. I actually prefer to sit down with nothing planned at all. There is fun to be had, as a clueless creator, sat in front…

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What If We Tried It This Way?

I’m the son of a preacher man.

And it’s inevitable that some of that preachy vibe rubs off on the offspring, whether from the genetics or from the, y’know….preaching.

So I have sometimes noticed that about myself down the years…

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Brief Glimpses

I did see my first dolphins.

Brief Glimpses of black silhouettes appearing above the waves on a windy day, close to the shore. A mother and baby apparently.

It’s funny how these experiences in life matter. David Attenborough and the…

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Black Isle

We’re on the Black Isle. It’s not an island. Nor black. But that’s the only real criticism. In every other respect it is lovely.

It’s our first time here. And being somewhere for the first time is always a very…

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One Thing Leading To Another

We’re meeting the new in-laws to be this weekend for the first time. The parents of our youngest son’s fiancee. These are the two people who came together many years ago and brought into the world the little girl who…

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Comfort Zones

Was just reminded of the time, the one time, when I sang in a choir.

It was the biggest singing challenge I’ve faced. I can’t say I learnt to read music, but I learnt to read the music of the…

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Spludge

Spludge.

I heard someone say that Van Gogh might have said, that the first thing he did, when presented with a blank sheet of paper, was to make a pencil mark in the middle of the sheet.

Then the…

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The Meaning Of Life

What is the point?

Of this blog, for a start.

Well, on the one hand, does it need one?

On the other hand … could be the left hand or the right, it doesn’t really matter, but it definitely depends…

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Smiley

Twelve year old Smiley
Never saw Thirteen.
Never had a snog.
Or smoke a crafty cigarette
Before thinking better of it.
He never had to sit an exam
Lucky thing.
Never drove a car.
Never went with his pals
For…

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