On an early spring day, blue skies sit over the rolling Fife hills. As I walk, I consider how good weather can be a balm after the worst of winters.
Before, repeating the same walk every weekend might have been many people’s definition of boredom. Now, the small green spaces on our doorstep provide calm in the chaos.
Collecting memories or taking photos for Instagram’s sake? I explore how my relationship with photography has changed in the past year since the pandemic changed our lives.
I was asked at the start of the year to give a definition of slow travel to accompany an article. My definition is for a world where our phones are forever in our pockets.
Words and pictures from a slow walk up a favourite hill in Perthshire, because autumn doesn’t feel like autumn to me unless I’ve spent a day in this place.
Spending time in a coffee shop can be an experience of itself, not simply the act of sipping a hot drink. This is my love letter to some of my favourite cafés in Scotland.
I’m not sure where the year has gone. How has time actually passed, despite the wild world we’re now living in? I ask myself this question all the time.
When I was commuting into Edinburgh each weekday — how strange it feels saying that in past tense — I kept a small notebook in which I’d scribble ideas as the train rattled towards the city. It feels like a lifetime ago when I wrote the words, Where does Hashtag Scotland go next? You mayContinue reading “What’s next for our slow travel project”
All of this series, words from life under lockdown, can be found via this link. After a week of work — which involves creating content about the coronavirus for about 7 hours a day, which as you’ve guessed doesn’t provide much opportunity from switching off from the situation we currently find ourselves in — oneContinue reading “Distancing #5: More links for weekend reading”
Notes from journal entries penned at the end of March, edited and shared as part of a new series called Distancing. Read them all via this link. How has life changed for you in the last month? I barely recognise mine. Rewind and it’s the end of February, moving into March. I’m tallying up almost aContinue reading “Distancing #4: When change is not a choice”