I collect young people's books. I have a general collection of books published from the mid nineteenth century onwards which includes everything from Louisa Alcott, through Julia Green, Joan Lingard, Philip Reeve and John Rowe Townsend to Paul Zindel. I don't necessarily have everything by all the authors in this collection; it's more of a... Continue Reading →
Life, but not as we know it
Today I saw my sister for the first time in almost four months. Outside and at a distance, but I saw her. We're almost each other's only family in Scotland so it was significant. Prior to the lockdown here I was in Australia and New Zealand visiting family and friends and had to return hastily.... Continue Reading →
Travelling Versus Arriving
Even before COVID-19 put an end to my trip of a lifetime, many things had gone wrong. Nothing affecting the entire planet, you understand, and nothing disastrous but, still, there had been some hitches. It all started off so well too. My journey from Edinburgh to Sydney was uneventful and I arrived safely and speedily... Continue Reading →
Through a Glass Darkly
Yesterday should have been my first day at home after a journey of a lifetime to Australia and New Zealand. Ah, the best laid plans. Instead I've been home for nearly three weeks and have already completed my photo book and am awaiting its delivery from PhotoBox. I enjoyed putting the book together and sifting... Continue Reading →