A NOTHER WICKED flu has had me cast down these last few days which is the very last thing we could do with right now. There simply was not...

T HIS is what we woke to this morning .. these wonderful brown heather hills dusted with an icing of snow. It's very cold indeed and we...

W ELL THE LAST DAYS are approaching, not in an apocalyptic sense, though it feels rather that way. We are tearing about like loons trying ...

F OR THE LAST TEN YEARS I have suffered under that ancient curse. The Curse. The monthly affliction of women. My period pains have been bey...

W HEELS , as you will probably know by now, are one of my favouritest of favourite things - Especially when attached to things they are not ...

W HEN I WAS YOUNG , we used to have a book called Trubloff ~ The Mouse Who Wanted to Play the Balalaika by the wonderful John Burningham , ...

A UTUMN-END frost has sprinkled down onto our hills these last few days and the evening sunlight of early November shines through the chimn...

The Spoon-Eared Child A new drawing, drawn in snatches, in between many other busy-nesses ~ one bit one day sat in town and the next bit an...

T HE LEAVING DAY is approaching fast and Tui and I are building & dismantling in clouds of sawdust & book dust respectively. He has...

U P IN OUR CORNER of Scotland where the clouds are almost within reach, we are being buffeted and blown, whipped by the tails of gales and ...

C LOCK number six has been drawn from the hat, and with it a hand of tarot cards. This commission was a little bit of magic for Allegra Smi...

H ARK HARK the dogs do bark The beggars are coming to town Some in rags and some in jags And one in a velvet gown This nursery rhyme is ...

New boots ... Autumn berries ... & A cosy growing home ...

T HIS BLOG is one year old this October, and to celebrate I thought it time to give it a new hat. So as you see, I have painted one. My par...