Merry Dancers. Northern Lights. Aurora Borealis. Call them what you may. When I was growing up, these fantastically bright, dancing lights would flicker across the night sky, the indoor light and telly would be hastily switched off and my brother and I would be called to the window to see. We’d crowd around the west facing kitchen window or… Read More

I have the same group of friends I made at school. My oldest friend has been with me through grazed knees, broken hearts, and child births. I don’t push myself forward around new people. I’m not the life and soul of the party by any means. And it’s not because I don’t want to be that person. I would sometimes… Read More

Last September, I lost my Instagram mojo. I wasn’t inspired, my feed was boring and I didn’t know how to get out of the rut I’d found myself in. My children have always featured heavily in my account, Ive loved documenting their childhood via this app and Ive connected with lots of lovely parents. But since they were all now… Read More

It was a cold Friday evening. The intermittent snow showers were bathing the town in an ethereal light. We drove through the streets not seeing a soul. After deciding that the best vantage point for capturing this light was to head to the highest hill on the Orkney mainland, known as Wideford, we arrived just after 8.30pm. I always enjoy… Read More

Don’t get me wrong, I love the exercise class I go to every Friday evening. Its a chance to head into town with a friend, we catch up on the week during the drive in, we dance and giggle our way through class and then head home like a pair of teenagers on a curfew. But last Friday, the day… Read More