Enough treasured stories of Dad to fill a book

My Dad did many things in his life but there’s one thing he did that to me, feels like he achieved the impossible. He managed to leave me and each of my sisters with the quiet belief that we were his favourite girl. That wasn't a word Dad would have used, nor was it something … Continue reading Enough treasured stories of Dad to fill a book

Farewell Scotland, Hola Spain

Do you know that feeling you get when you don’t really want to leave somewhere? When you’re comfortable, happy and there’s a strong pull to stay? I had that feeling again over the past couple of days as I started to turn my mind toward leaving Scotland, just as I had it when I was … Continue reading Farewell Scotland, Hola Spain

I will have what she’s having, please

There’s a sign just across the road from my 84-year-old Scottish cousin’s house that says “Elderly People” and it features two stooped figures walking. When I drew my cousin’s attention to the sign, mostly because I was surprised at the way the senior citizens were being depicted, she told me, laughing: “That’s not there for … Continue reading I will have what she’s having, please

Bagpipes make me cry

There’s something about the bagpipes that just gets me, every time. I don’t mean just a little bit misty-eyed – I mean chest-tightening, tears flowing, crying. It’s pride, it’s love and yes, in recent years it’s undoubtedly mixed with grief over the loss of my Dad. But it’s been like this for as long as … Continue reading Bagpipes make me cry