I don’t suppose any of you know anything about trail cameras and rechargeable batteries, do you? I’m just about bald with hair tearing here, in my search for the damned things. One of my roles is Chair of the local … Continue reading Access issues
I actually got to see a health professional in person! And not just a GP or, as is the norm here now, the practice nurse (brilliant as she is) but a musculoskeletal expert. I’m not quite sure how I pulled … Continue reading Bottoms up!
I think I have a blood clot in my right leg, I told the woman who answered the phone at the doctors’ surgery, and explained my symptoms. She panicked, I can’t see a way of fitting you in, and I … Continue reading Spong
I tend to think I’m rubbish at working to someone else’s specifications. That commissions stifle my imagination. But, the only projects I’ve managed to complete, successfully, in the last year or so have all been commissions. All my current self … Continue reading Artist Date 2: A Commission
I am on a lonely road and I am travelling, sang Joni Mitchell in a song I like very much. But her problem could be considered quite the opposite of mine: I’m in a melee and I’m going nowhere. So, … Continue reading An Artist and her Bus Pass
Tuesday 20 July I sit at the window of a kitchen that is mine for the week, like a cat safe in the knowledge its curiosity won’t kill it here. On the table beside me a chicken fajita roll from … Continue reading It’s a Butey!
Thanks to my parents not being able to keep their hands off each other for, preferably, another twenty years, a week ago I became sixty. I’ve known it was going to happen for quite some time, but I still find … Continue reading Stinging Sixties
Book Week Scotland 2020 is upon us like the softest of eiderdowns, fashioned from a patchwork of fabric cut from the frocks in a dress-up chest. This year’s theme is Future and there is a luscious, entirely digital, programme, which … Continue reading Book Week Scotland 2020
This is going to be mostly pictures because my right hand gets really sore when I type at the moment. Bloody rubbish for a writer. Sunday’s Walk On Sunday we broke with tradition and, instead of our usual tramp up … Continue reading The Daily Walk Continues
As I said in my last post I seem to be having trouble concentrating on anything and am, thus, feeling a bit useless. My routine, which I prize amongst all things, isn’t serving its purpose. Or should I say, I’m … Continue reading Lockdown
Eryl Gasper-Dick, still curious 