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Let It Snow

Let it snow, let it snow, Let It Snow.

Away to see the grand weans, as we won’t be able to at Christmas. And, yes, here in Falkirk the gods have smiled on us and, shortly we will be…

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Kissing The Earth

Sadly there was a dead otter at the place where I walk to this morning. It looked like it had been crushed by a car on the nearby road. It must have been a shock to the driver, who clearly…

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Walking And Talking

I wasn’t just walking today. I was Walking And Talking. My son Michael was with me on my morning wander.

it’s nice to have him over from Malaga which, as you probably know, is in the year round pleasantness…

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The Telescope And The Microscope

When we zoom out, and look at it all from a big enough distance in time and space, everything looks small. Tiny. Miniscule.

Our own small lives, from a distance, don’t look any different from those of the most…

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A Place Where Neverland Never Was

I’m happy to be a skeptic. Not easily convinced. Not just believing something because somebody, however eloquent or passionate they may be, tells me it is true.

That is a place many of us come to as adults. We should…

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A Big Piece Of Rock

This morning after taking my usual walk along to The Field Of Hope I turned back in the direction of town. Right in front of me, hanging luminous over Campbeltown was a full and extravagant moon, shining bright even as…

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Love Has Boundaries

Good boundaries are hard to build. I’m speaking about in our personal lives, but what applies there certainly applies in the big, wide world.

A boundary can be so good it keeps everything out. Everyone. But a boundary that good…

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Comfort Zone

Capo The Shark is lying on my desk.

He’s sulking.I was supposed to take him with me to The Gather last night. But I forgot.

Capo doesn’t get out very often. He’s got sharp teeth, but they don’t get…

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The Dark Streets

Many years ago I wrote a song called Potatoman, one of my earliest songs, which somehow became locally popular, among some young fellas mainly, and made me feel like a bit of a celeb when I occasionally heard the…

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Jenny

Another very windy, rainy day in Campbeltown. Walking along the front earlier I heard a familiar sound in an unfamiliar place.

The wren is the smallest bird in Britain, but quite common. It’s most often seen, though usually first heard…

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The Weather

I was under the weather yesterday, and spent a lot of the day sleeping. Today I’m in the weather. Almost above it.

And though my head is in the clouds, you know what I mean sunshine.

So you’ve got…

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A Gap To Be Filled

There’s A Gap To Be Filled somewhere.

-The colouring in book.
-The lull in the conversation.
-The longer wait than expected at the bus station.
-The quiet car journey.
-The few minutes before going to work.
-The misunderstanding
-The silent…

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