To bed with the light on

Our trip north wasn’t quite the summer excursion we’d planned, and perhaps mentally we should have been more prepared, having come to Scotland for many years in the ‘summer’. The route: We drove fifty miles to Oban then took the (booked) ferry five hours north to the Isle of Barra (a great ferry ride pastContinue reading “To bed with the light on”

Preparing for King Creosote

Creosote? No, that’s not the final treatment for the exterior of the house, it’s a reward for our labours, a release on temporary licence. King Creosote, aka Kenneth Anderson, is playing a gig in Stornoway, Isle of Lewis; we’ve got tickets, visas, cat-sitters and everything. The ferry from Oban is booked. It’s a good excuseContinue reading “Preparing for King Creosote”