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Between the sea and the sky…
Very occasionally, people ask me why I chose to move to Scotland (generally) and why I chose to move to the rather remote end of Galloway (specifically). Well, a full discussion of the various personal, political, social, economic and other assorted reasons could take up a few pages and bore all but the most dedicated
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Let there be books…
South-West Scotland has much to recommend it. First off, it’s part of Scotland which is, itself, no bad thing at all. Second, it has some beautiful countryside, both along the coast (of which there is quite a lot) and inland. Third? Well, there are countless other things I could probably list, but if you’re a
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Underneath the spreading chestnut tree…
No, this isn’t going to be a post about old nursery-rhyme songs, Winston Smith, Mr Charrington and 1984, apposite as that might be when it comes to current times and trends in UK and US politics. Instead, it’s a reference to a poem by Longfellow, entitled “The Village Blacksmith”, the first verse of which runs:
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Always read the small print…
It’s a good rule of thumb, reading the small print. Taking out a mortgage? Signing the employment contract for your new, executive suite, highly-paid job? Signing your multi-million pound major label record deal or assigning the Hollywood film rights to your best selling novel? All these kind of situations lend themselves to a careful scrutinisation
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(Anti-)Social Media…
Ah, Facebook. That dodgy doyen of data miners. The pernicious paragon of privacy invaders. The appalling accomplice of advert slingers. We all know what Facebook is like but, at some point, we’ve decided “Oh well, it’s useful for keeping in touch with folks, so…” I actually joined Facebook relatively late because I knew what kind
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