Today I have put my body in a place that is an edge — it’s a small valley that meanders between the flat topped mountains on the borders between England and Cymru. …

I woke up as dawn came to rain rattling down onto the canvas of my yurt , and sky looking a bit queasy and unsettled through the clear plastic that covers the crown of the roof. I had a sad feeling in me that I hadn’t been to Scotland at…

# 9 I’m writing this from home in Cymru — wet wet weather here and the last golden hazel leaves make flickering patterns on the kitchen wall in that rare and silent sunlight of a late autumn morning. I’ve been back a week and picking up all the things I…

#8 Have you had any of those life periods when things seem to be unfolding like a script of a film, where all the players fall into their roles and something unique and surprising is created? These times may be located somewhere on the emotional spectrum between ecstatic and devastating…

#7 It’s been a few days since I sat down to write — there’s a delicious tension in waiting until the desire to create word spells gets so unbearable that I just have to fire up this tech and distil images, experiences and feelings into language… and draw back temporarily…

#6 Leaving Ceanna Beinne mid-afternoon, I had the intention of visiting Rispond, the large house and quay where once lived the Tacksman who cleared the village. There was a swirl of thoughts and feelings in me as I drove towards it — curiosity to compare the grandeur and ease of…

#5 So back to now, and here and this remote coastline that blue sky led me to…and the carcasses of old crofts perched amongst the rocks above the road to which the occasional new house clings. I first noticed the ruins in the shadow — it’s late October and the…

#4 Cold, still morning here in the shadow of Ceanna Beinne, near Durness on the north coast of the Isles of the British. Sea is deep blue reflective, and the plashy waters of the burn fill the soundscape along with solitary robin — he is alarming from the one gorse…

#3 I woke this morning to some muted sunlight coming in through my back windows…in the distance small islands in the bay float in shining stillness of sea and I can hear that dark burn water rushing after a night of heavy rain. I usually stick covers over my windows…