A fresh perspective on the hare and the tortoise

Standing at the start of the Edinburgh Half Marathon this morning, I was struck by what may be one of the profound questions of life. Can you run 21 kilometres (or 13.1 miles in local terms) in a rabbit suit? Not me, but as I was contemplating whether or not I could make the distance, … Continue reading A fresh perspective on the hare and the tortoise

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

Redundant. Full Stop. New Chapter.

Don’t you love it when someone says something that gives you a different perspective on an issue? It’s like they’ve taken your swivel chair and turned you around by 90 or 180 degrees so that you can see it from another angle entirely. That’s what happened when I was chatting with a fascinating, artistic woman … Continue reading Redundant. Full Stop. New Chapter.