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22 May

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Five women, each with one friend in common, convened last year to walk part of the Camino de Santiago. The ‘Camino’ is, in fact, a misleading singular since it is made up of lots of different trails from all over Spain, signposted with a yellow scallop shell on a blue ground, that link together to arrive at Santiago de Compostela, the supposed burial place of St James. In 2024, we took the route north from the border with Portugal up the Galician coast. Two women from the south of England, a Liverpudlian, a Catholic (practising) from Newry and a...

09 Jan

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The official photograph arrived in the post recently – University of Aberdeen, 2023. Got me thinking. I spent an hour this morning looking for the photo from 1975, the formal one that had hung on my mother’s sitting room wall for all the years till she died in 2017. It moved house when she did, each time taking up its position alongside an official portrait of my sister when she qualified as a nurse. There I was, newly 22 years old, newly graduated, an expression of relative innocence on a face recovered from the tyranny of teenage and, as yet, unblemished...

05 Dec

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It was a Wednesday afternoon in late November. 13° - unusually mild for Aberdeen at this time of year but overcast since the sun shuffled off after a brief appearance in the morning. The city sparkles in the sun, earning its sobriquet, the Silver City. But it defaults to grey when the skies cloud over, its glorious granite turning sombre and oozing coolth. We’d walked out to Old Aberdeen in the morning, taking in the cobbled streets and quiet splendour of Kings College, the stone crown set over the chapel. Out front, Bishop Elphinstone in his tomb, his effigy on...

09 Aug

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It would be remiss not to write about the spirit of Islay, a spirit that flows through the community and bids you a warm welcome - at anything from 40-65% proof. Islay is the spiritual home of peaty malt whisky. But, I sense from someone who lives here, that the Islay folk, perhaps now diluted with incomers, prefer their spirit blended. I suppose it’s a class thing, too: if the golden liquid is your poison then the cheapest route to oblivion is Grants, Bells or Teachers, a wee half bottle from the Co-op for a few quid and all your...