No Such Thing as Co-incidence

In the Australian spring of 1965, two very different people arrived in Melbourne. Rosemary Steele from Musselburgh was bored with her life, full though it was, and this led her to apply for an assisted passage to Australia. She was successful and made the decision to emigrate, agreeing to remain in Australia for at least... Continue Reading →

Back to My Beginning

This photograph of me was taken on the steps of the first house I ever lived in, a quarter villa in the east of Edinburgh.  It's the first house my parents owned and the home to which both my younger sister and I were taken after our respective births.  We moved away the summer before... Continue Reading →

The Gloaming

Twilight is bewitching and enchanting, but the gloaming is soothing and secure, a time out of time when the day's worries and stresses fade away.  The gloaming delights me and never more than when I'm in a city.  The contrast between the clamour of life going on around me and my own personal bubble of... Continue Reading →

Stanfords on the Move

Given my penchant for travel and my fascination with how it was in an earlier age, it should come as no surprise that my favourite London shop is Stanfords, the long-established travel bookshop.  Its current home is in Long Acre in Covent Garden but it is poised to journey just around the corner to Mercer... Continue Reading →

A New Chapter

Last week I discovered that my job had become a victim of budget savings.  In common with councils across the country, Moray finds itself in the position of having to save millions and so my job with its wonderful Libraries Service will end soon. I'm sad about this obviously.  It really is the best Libraries... Continue Reading →

A Long Hot Summer

The last time Scotland sweltered for so long under a relentlessly sunny sky was a significant summer in my life.  I was eight and my little world changed dramatically.  For three years we had lived in Dumfries, the Queen of the South straddling the River Nith.  I have partial memories of living elsewhere but the... Continue Reading →

Read Me Eat Me

It's not just pictures of places that hold memories.  This is my fiftieth birthday cake.  I may have become rather over-excited about celebrating my half century, a state only intensified by a brief flirtation at death's door the previous year.  Whatever the reason, I was determined to embrace my age and share my birthday with... Continue Reading →

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