It's been a wet weekend. In fact, it's been a pretty wet week. Hell, I might even go as far to say it's been a wet autumn in these parts. And so, as a result, the Tweed this morning is looking a bit bloated. It's looking a bit 6.30 p.m. on Christmas Day-ish, as Winnie … Continue reading Sandbags at dawn
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Handing over the keys
Hi folks. How are you all? It's been a wee while. Honestly, I'm a bit worried about you. There are so many wonderful things in the world and many more still to come our way, but I'm concerned that some of you are not feeling it just now with "the way things are". "The way … Continue reading Handing over the keys
Four walks and a bike ride
Right folks, let's talk bridges. I've been sat at my desk for less than 3 minutes and I can already sense my monkey mind taking us off down the path of writing about something else, almost certainly related to the negative automatic thoughts that seem to have become a theme of this blog. But fear … Continue reading Four walks and a bike ride
A bucket of Doritos
I want to start with an apology. I last wrote a blog (the one about railway cuts and racism) three weeks ago and I have been feeling guilty for at least the last two of those weeks that I haven't managed to follow it up. Not procrastination in this case, I genuinely have not had … Continue reading A bucket of Doritos
Procrastination, injustice and a pinch of herons
Hi. I hope you are doing ok? I further hope that you are physically safe and that you are able to manage your risk of catching or distributing COVID-19 without material impairment to your quality of life. I am doing ok. I am physically safe and able to manage my risk of catching or distributing … Continue reading Procrastination, injustice and a pinch of herons
Be kind
And we're off! As promised, I have written-up some of my musings on Manor Bridge in Peebles (link here). I was getting all bogged down in trying to do clever things with the website at the expense of just getting it out there. So, I'm sorry that there are no embedded maps, that the layout … Continue reading Be kind
Abridged
You ready to get serious folks? Then let's talk bridges. The 5 brigs o' Peebles Well done for getting this far. You've had to wade through eight (8) blogs before you are finally rewarded with a proper bridge. But lo, your bridgey cup overfloweth. This blog promises not one, not two, not even three or … Continue reading Abridged
Come for the grief, stay for the bridges
Well, this is awkward... I did a post on Saturday about how I was feeling on the second anniversary of the death of my wee brother Scott. And it seemed to strike a chord with quite a lot of you. Thanks to everyone who read the post, to everyone who liked, shared and followed and … Continue reading Come for the grief, stay for the bridges
My brother Scott
As promised last time, I have indeed written a blog about bridges. It's a chirpy but methodical analysis of the task in hand. It breaks down the bridges into phases that I can tick off one-by-one. It also characterises the river as a spiteful child, in a humorous yet affectionate tone. I think you will … Continue reading My brother Scott
Booze, bridges and birds
I feel great today. Peaceful. Rested. Unworried. The usual white noise of negative thoughts are still there, although barely audible, which makes space for compassion, gratitude and even a touch of joy. Why? I don't know really. I slept pretty well the last couple of nights, which is no guarantee of positive mental health, but … Continue reading Booze, bridges and birds
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