Watching paint dry
I have enjoyed painting for as long as I can remember. Starting with poster paints at school and then moving on to oils later (oh, the...
The comfort of the ordinary
This is the mince time of year. After all the turkey and trifle, cake and mincemeat pies, not to mention the odd chocolate or three,...
Time for change
Does the reminder of the coming of the Saviour to earth change us? I don’t mean does the whole jamboree leave us exhausted, or does the...
Light in the darkness
Angus and I look out for each new moon and follow it night after night as it waxes, wanes and then disappears from sight. It’s such a...
Curious Contradiction
I suppose we are all curious contradictions. I certainly am on the subject of spiders. I confess that I don’t like spiders. Or, to put it...
Marking Milestones
We all have milestone moments in our lives, moments that create their own befores and afters. You know what I mean: leaving school,...
White Pudding
The last blog was about family history and this one is too. Read it as a challenge. As I grow older I find myself wondering if some of my...
Lockdown challenge
Over the course of the pandemic Angus and I compiled a book about our family history. Angus has been researching his for over 60 years...
First Steps in Theology
Having taught Sunday School children over decades it never ceased to amaze me how much I learned from them. They didn’t approach the...
The Wrong Way Round!
I was brought up in Ayr and knew the outline of the Arran hills by heart as I painted them so often. In 1990 we moved as a family to...
