Birds · Flowers · Inspiration · Lighthouses · Nature

A tale of lighthouses, swimming and wildlife.

A lighthouse, yay! On a spring day filled with bright sunshine, blue skies and a breeze that could bite the ears off you, we walked the short distance from the small Fife town of Elie to the Elie Ness Lighthouse. 

After another bout of covid, and our planned holiday abandoned, it was the perfect way to enjoy some fresh air and (a little bit!) of exercise.

Built on what used to be known as ‘Fish Rock’ in 1908, the engineer was David Alan Stevenson, cousin of the author, Robert Louis Stevenson. The lighthouse was deemed to be necessary as in bad weather sailors couldn’t see the lights on the Isle of May or Inchkeith. 

Crossing the small bridge, I felt as if I was approaching a castle. The tide was out and the black rocks surrounding the lighthouse were smooth: Elie Ness being one of at least a hundred extinct volcanic vents in East Fife.

Of course I took the time to check out the wildflowers: Sea Thrift and Scurvy Grass, the latter being a new discovery on my ‘Seek’ App. 

A heron set off on its majestic flight and a skylark’s song accompanied us (thanks to the Merlin Bird App!) as we followed the grassy path along to Lady Janet’s Tower.

Now there’s a story.

This puts wild swimming in a whole new light!

Apparently, Lady Janet Anstruther’s father (or husband) had a changing room built in 1770, on the beach so she could go swimming/skinny dipping at Ruby Bay. Whilst she was in the water, a servant rang a bell in the town so no-one would go near and when she had finished, she had the tower to ‘relax’ in afterwards. 

Now that might tempt me to go wild swimming – the prospect of having a cosy room with a fire to thaw out in after an icy dip!

Lady Janet’s Changing Room

Walking back along the beach, we searched for Elie Rubies (pyrope garnets), didn’t find any but it was worth a try!

Buoyed by our visit to Elie Ness, we travelled along the coast to pop into Pittenweem (lovely wool shop!), Anstruther and Crail. 

As it was such a beautiful evening, we sat outside to enjoy fish and chips in Anstruther with a superb view of the lighthouse and enjoyed walking the harbour wall at Crail. 

Anstruther Lighthouse

And finally, isn’t there always a last word? Well, it has to go to this yarn bombed postbox in Elie. Couldn’t resist popping a postcard in.

I am reading (and loving!) ‘Corvus’ by Esther Woolfson – might have popped into Toppings fabulous bookshop in St Andrews!

I recently visited the Louise Bourgeois exhibition at Aberdeen Art Gallery and would highly recommend it, so thought provoking and inspiring.

Have also been inspired by my daughter, Katie’s fundraising for Teenage Cancer Trust as she trains to climb Mount Kilimanjaro in August.

Books · Inspiration · Knitting · Lighthouses · Seasons

Flashes of Light and Inspiration

It seems appropriate to be talking about light at this time of year, especially since the clocks have been turned back and, well, it has often been pretty dark and stormy.

This summer I was able to fulfil a wish I’d had for a long time, to visit the Museum of Scottish Lighthouses in Fraserburgh with family and friends.

I’ve long been fascinated by lighthouses, possibly as far back as when I was in primary school. I remember reading the story of the three lighthouse keepers who disappeared mysteriously from the Flannan Isles Lighthouse in December 1900. Years later I discovered there had been a poem written about the incident by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson, Flannan Isle.

I realise I am not alone in loving this link between poetry and lighthouses, after all, the author and poet Robert Louis Stevenson was a member of the famous Stevenson family who designed many of the lighthouses around our coasts. (There is a super book about this by Bella Bathurst, ‘The Lighthouse Stevensons’.)

Kinnaird Lighthouse
On top of the world!

The museum is housed beside the Kinnaird Head Castle lighthouse. It’s built right through the middle of a castle that is more than 450 years old. What a fabulous example of finding a new use for a building!

While at the museum we couldn’t help noticing these wonderful knitted yarn bombs and I loved the Bell Rock Flags, hand-embroidered altar cloths made by Jane Stevenson in 1820.

For a very calming moment, here’s a lovely video of lighthouses at night, I promise you, you’ll end up watching it more than once.

When the sun is shining and the light is filtering through the trees, it’s a joy to walk through a forest filled with the beauty of autumn’s stunning colours.

Now, does this not just make you want to hug a tree!

Recommend: Stargazing by Peter Hill

I am reading:

The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Safon, it’s been on the tbr pile for a while!

DO/ HOPE/ Why you should never give up. Gail Muller

Books · Happy · Inspiration · Writing

Sharing the Joy of Quentin Blake’s Illustrations

Last weekend I had the absolute pleasure of running a workshop in the Aberdeen Art Gallery.

Inspired by the exhibition of Quentin Blake’s illustrations, I organised it on behalf of the SCBWI*. We had such a good laugh, sharing the results of writing exercises and quick-draw illustrations.

To be honest, that was my third time at the exhibition. I loved delving in deeper to study ‘Angelica Sprocket’s Pockets’ and the joy that is ‘Mr Magnolia’.

The exercises were chosen with care. There were writing and illustrating exercises and time to collaborate to create a story from the starter ‘All was well until …’ The fact that everyone felt able to share their work showed me what a fabulous group of creatives I was part of and I really would like to thank everyone that came along for their enthusiasm and willingness to take part in every activity.

I took my time finding resources, such as the bag my Mum had sewn, to fill with items for a writing exercise. I borrowed my daughter’s toy mouse with it’s hidden pocket, my daughter drew a puddle for me to use and I collected pine cones from the garden making me feel I was bringing a whole world to the workshop.

Angelica Sprocket’s Pockets by Quentin Blake

So much time can be spent writing alone, so to share the company of other like minded writers was indeed an inspiration. We all agreed how wonderful it is that many events are now online and accessible. The buzz of meeting up in person can’t be denied though.

This week the Wayword Festival is being run by Aberdeen University so I have a few events booked to enjoy – online and in person!

I am reading: Haarville by Justin Davies and The Marriage Portrait by Maggie O’Farrell

Meeting Maggie O’Farrell at the Lemon Tree in Aberdeen, what a joy!

Podcasts: Frank Skinner’s Poetry Podcast – My Last Duchess

Learn Italian – Joy of Languages (always learning, that’s me!)

Quentin Blake Illustration Exhibitions

*SCBWI Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators

Flowers · Garden · Happy

Every Garden is a Story

Social Media Perfect? So beautiful but all is not what it at first appears.

It seems to me, every garden is a story. Home to memories made and filled with hope for those to come.

I look around our garden and each tree, bush, flower, everything has its own history. From the many lavender plants – because I find it hard to leave a garden centre without one after happy days spent at the Norfolk Lavender farm, to our five cordon fruit trees, a gift from my parents.

In our garden peony flowers grow. Their perfume intoxicating, their beauty surely undeniable.

But, as a child, peonies never really entered my world. It wasn’t until my sister-in-law included them in her wedding bouquet did I cotton on to how stunning they really are.

Now, the peonies in our garden have their own story. When my parents moved house, they changed their new front garden around. As they did so, they offered me any plants I would like to take. Well, you can imagine, there I was, trowel and spade in hand! Our car was soon filled with straggly plants in bags and pots.

So, back home, I popped the peonies in the ground. I had no idea really what they were or whether they’d take to our colder, north eastern temperatures. Were they herbaceous? As it turned out, they were a triumph of hope over knowledge. The first year one large pink bloom appeared (and I learnt they are herbaceous) then, each year from then on, more and more flowers have appeared.

But, all was not perfect in the garden.

I love these big, blousy blooms and even more, I love where they have come from and the memories they’ve given, and continue to give, me.

This year, when my daughter asked me what ‘those pink flowers’ were called, I was able to share my limited knowledge and my story with her.

A bit of support is needed.

So, yes, now I’ve realised, we all have a story with certain flowers. And the stories can bring so much joy in the sharing.

Which flowers do you have a special story with?

Super visit to the Aberdeen Art Gallery exhibition of work by Quentin Blake.

I am reading: White Cat, Black Dog by Kelly Link.

The Tale of Truthwater Lake by Emma Carroll.

Books · Happy · Hope · Inspiration

A Special Memorial: Betty’s Reading Room

I wondered whether to post this blog but on thinking about it, I think it is the perfect time to think about how we celebrate the lives of those we have loved.

In this busy, busy world of ours, amidst all the hustle and bustle, we are encouraged to take time to slow down. We should stop and just ‘be’ for a moment. Use our senses to take in the world around us. Sometimes that can be so much harder than others. However, if we are lucky enough to physically be in a place that lends itself to that, then surely it must make this challenge easier.

Of course, we can’t always be physically in such a place but we can use the wonderful power of our minds to take us somewhere else. (Perhaps a bit of a ‘Beam me up Scotty’ sort of a moment!) If I need a picture in my mind of a place that is calm and peaceful, then I can take myself back to sitting on the cliffs at Marwick Bay on Orkney. I can remember the smell of the fresh sea air, almost feel the brush of the wind on my face and hear the seabirds calling as I watched a group of four puffins bobbing on the water below.

On our way to the Bay, we spotted a hare standing in a field. Its long ears pointed skyward in the sunshine. Another day we saw four more hares – more than I’ve ever seen in my life. That was until we visited a place that not only offered me peace but hope.

I write of a little cottage in the small village of Tingwall on mainland Orkney. A cottage donated to a couple who had the wish to create a special and unique memorial.

Betty Proctor was a very good friend of Craig Mollison and Jane Spiers. When Betty passed away after an operation, Craig and Jane decided they would organise a memorial with a difference. The result is the wonderful, ‘Betty’s Reading Room’. A tiny cottage filled from floor to ceiling with second hand books. There are comfy sofas, one covered in a specially handmade beautiful blanket, fairy lights strung from the rafters, lanterns, a stove and everywhere, hares. There is a lovely photo of Betty holding a hare, she must have loved hares!

Every visitor is invited to spend time in the reading room and, if they would like to, they can choose a book to take home with them. If it’s possible, they are asked to pop a little into the next charity box they see. For each book there is a label that the visitor can stick inside and, when they have finished reading it, they can pass it on to someone else. And so the chain of kindness spreads.

On a table lies a book for visitors telling the story of how the reading room came about and all who helped to make the vision of Craig and Jane come alive.

Look out for the stain glass window and also the mermaid sculpture by Frances Pelly

To have inspired such an outpouring of love, Betty truly deserves to be in our thoughts. Once again it is the kindness of others that I love and appreciate. The fingers of joy that are spread when a hand is held out to help others.

So I would like to say thank you, to Craig and Jane and all the others who created this wonderful room but also to Betty Prictor. What an inspiration to us all.

I am at the start of ‘A Long Petal of the Sea’ by Isabel Allende and have just finished ‘The Penguin Lessons’ by Tom Michell which I would thoroughly recommend!

Books · Holidays · Inspiration · Reading

A ‘peedie peek’ at Reading Around Orkney.

A recent visit to Orkney has given me the motivation to write a new blog post. I’ll admit, it’s been a while in coming, as there has been a lot going on in my life, but here we go, back to blogging and it’s bringing a smile to my face. I hope it will inspire you and make you smile too.

At the Brough of Birsay, Orkney

In preparation for our holiday, I read a few books by George Mackay Brown including Greenvoe, Hawkfall and Winter Tales. As we explored the coast at Marwick Head on our first day, I began to get an inkling of how the land and seascapes would have been such a wonderful inspiration to the author. Nature, oh my, the nature. If I hadn’t been a bit of a twitcher before, I certainly am now and as for my love of identifying plants and insects well, my Seek app has never been so busy.

Yesnaby Castle Sea Stack

Like all true bibliophiles, there was no way I’d miss the opportunity to pop into the local bookshops. In Kirkwall, I came away from the lovely ‘Orcadian Bookshop’ with a little stash including ‘Orkney Folk Tales’ by Tom Muir. A trip to the Twitter famous Orkney Library (@OrkneyLibrary) followed and what a welcoming library it is too.

Stromness had me popping into the treasure trove that is Stromness Books and Prints and to the Orkney Cats Shop – it’s worth taking a look into the back room full of books. (I must give my apologies here to those bookshops I have missed, indeed some just because I didn’t get the days they were open correct.)

There is obviously so much to see and do in Orkney. Having done a good bit of research before I visited, I had already realised that I’d never be able to do everything but we did have a good go!

We took the time to stop and drink in the atmosphere. Picnics on the beaches, enjoying Orkney ice cream, beremeal ginger biscuits, local cheese and of course, reading. Appropriately enough I had with me ‘Orkney’ by Amy Sackville. There can surely be no better place to read this wonderful, atmospheric novel than on the islands?

A few years ago I read Victoria Whitworth’s ‘Swimming with Seals’ so, faced with a day of perfect sand, sea and sunshine on the Bay of Skaill beach, there was nothing else for it. I had to swim. Jumping the incoming waves as they tumbled shorewards had me laughing out loud. Childhood memories flooded back with the soothing sounds of the ocean. And we did see a seal.

Life on Orkney is a wonderful mix of the old and the new. I do feel that, during my Orkney adventure my reading choices reflected this and, I have to say, I enjoyed reading the very upbeat and fiercely proud, Orcadian newspaper.

Suffice to say I was ‘blown away’ by my visit to Orkney. Yes, it was windy but I was filled with a sense of calmness. If I look back now, I think of cliff tops and stunning vistas. I have come away rejuvenated, hopeful and with some exciting new reading material.

Part two to come – Betty’s Reading Room

I am reading: Orkney Folk Tales by Tom Muir

peedie – small, little