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Lagnakiel⤴

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A holiday. A month ago it didn’t seem possible, but here we are, staying in a lodge outside Oban. Beautiful views:

Arduaine Viewpoint
Arduaine Viewpoint

Lots of birds – like this heron hunting outside our window:

heron

And this one down by the shore:

Heron

At Kilmore, which is lovely:

Kilmore

Flocks of birds (geese?)

Flying

And, from McCaigs tower, we saw Mull in the distance:

Kerrera and Mull

Interesting Character Assignment⤴

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Constance May Hobbs

This is my Granny, Constance May Hobbs. Her father had a soft furnishing company that went to the wall during WW1, so she left school at 14, but was fiercely proud of her teacher husband, her 14 children and all her grandchildren. She was so talented at crafts – she painted, knitted, embroidered. My favourite flower vase was made by her and I have two of her embroidered cushions on my sofa.

When Grandpa died I went to live with her – she taught me how to read cookery books and adapt recipes, how to love the evening skies, how to drive faster than my mum thought safe (she was like the Red Queen in a passenger seat – always urging me to “go faster”).

I still miss her.

Write Out⤴

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As anyone who lives in Glasgow will tell you, Glaschu means “dear green place” in Scottish Gaelic. And I feel very lucky to live in a vibrant city that has so many parks. Kelvingrove is the one I visit most, as it is so close to the Uni. Here’s the Uni tower, peeking through the trees in the park.

Autumn Tower

I walk there often, always with my camera. It never fails to soothe my mind as I wander up and down the familiar paths. Often I see a squirrel running freely, like this one:

Squirrel

Sometimes I look at the skyline instead. Glsagow gave this man the freedom of the city. Hmmm.

Lord Roberts

The Lion and the Unicorn⤴

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The lion and the unicorn were fighting for the crown …

A pause in my day to think about today’s Feldgang. The noise of the stonemasons reminded me that this staircase is being repaired.

Lion and Unicorn Staircase

The lion, of course, stands for England; the unicorn for Scotland.

Yet again we need to fight. While there is an imbalance of power, our two nations will never be friends. I think this might be beyond repair.