And slowly and surely…

And slowly and surely…

…they drew their plans against us! No, Drummore has not been invaded by Martians! It is, however, inching closer to having a working smithy in the village once more. Thanks to Glenda, the old Drummore Smiddy now contains an anvil again. It’s a bit of a...
A good photograph…

A good photograph…

…is knowing where to stand. Or so Ansel Adams is supposed to have said. And I don’t think I can imagine any more apt turn of phrase to introduce another absolutely brilliant photographer whom I have been fortunate enough to meet since moving to Scotland....
Well…that’s embarrassing…

Well…that’s embarrassing…

I think I’ve just discovered a wonderful way to give the old ego a bit of a reality check. If you happen to have a blog (or other online vehicle where you discuss your daily life, thoughts, doings and wotnots) and you ever find yourself thinking that you might...
Between the sea and the sky…

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...
Let there be books…

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...
Flash! Bang! Wallop!

Flash! Bang! Wallop!

What a picture! As some of you may know, I have sometimes been known to strut my stuff as a photographer (of sorts). However, I have never thought of myself as a particularly great photographer. My work is reasonably capable and I’ve been good enough to take a...