Dunblane : what is it to you? Is it Andy Murray, the tragedy, the hydro, a day out at the Laighills, the golden postbox, the ancient cathedral? Or is it posh new housing that our young families cant afford, overcrowded schools, busy doctors surgery, crap parking and smelly sewage works? Or to put it anotherContinue reading “Dunblane the Community”
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Roma to Napoli
Went to Rome Easter 2018 with Sean. We’d visited 12 years earlier when he was only 8 so while I remembered all the sights he couldn’t. We had a great 2 days exploring, walked 26,000 steps each day. Sunday was the big day though. Napoli v Chievo. Naples: city with crazy fans, Maradona and VesuviusContinue reading “Roma to Napoli”
Road Trip to Harris
Travelled up last night, through a blizzard at Drumochter, ended up in Dingwall. Today’s ferry was cancelled so I reverted to plan B: drive across to Uig on Skye for the delayed 7pm sailing. Turned out to be the best plan ever. Today’s trip has been a journey across the last 30 years of myContinue reading “Road Trip to Harris”
Parklife
It’s dark. December night in Dunblane but I’d better get them out. Pull my boots on and Shitzu goes mental, jumps off couch and starts doing a wee dance. Jaiket on and shes jumping up at me. Calm doon ya wee dick. Right Kuro, you coming ? Slowly , almost painfully, Kuro gets out herContinue reading “Parklife”
Dunblane Primary 1975
I started Primary 4 in August 1975 I think. I mind o my teacher catching me reading the ‘wee red book’. Thought I was in trouble but she just laughed and said her husband read it in bed every night! Great teacher. By 1975, we were allowed to play in the school field instead ofContinue reading “Dunblane Primary 1975”
Dunblane BB Camp
Dunblane BBs recently went to Malawi to help build a local school I think it was. What an amazing experience. Different continent, African skies, landscapes , wildlife, new faces, languages, cultures you could only see on tv. What memories. My first BB camp, in 1978, we went to Leven. Fuckin Leven! I was literally theContinue reading “Dunblane BB Camp”
Moscow Kremlin
I awoke in a windowless cell. Wft? Then I remember I’m staying at Winterfell Hostel or ‘the worst hostel in Moscow’. That’s good news, despite the dragons and Tyrion Lannisters on the walls, the rusting metal staircase and plaster falling off the walls. The bad news is we lost 4-0 to Russia last night. AhContinue reading “Moscow Kremlin”
Getting Hame (after a night oot)
The front door goes, that’s them home. Phew. Its 2.54am and you’ve hardly slept. Try not too worry about them eh but you do, coz you mind (vaguely) what you were like at that age. When I was 18/19, we stayed in Murdoch Terrace and we’d come oot the pub glorious and stoat up theContinue reading “Getting Hame (after a night oot)”
The Studio
We first heard of the studio from a friend in the Tappit. Tales of walking up on a summer night, cairry oot in Tesco bags, before jamming all evening, laughter between songs. Sounded like travellers around a campfire, songs and stories. The Summer Walkers. So I booked the studio and took Amy up in January,Continue reading “The Studio”
Medellín
Medellín was amazing! We flew from Bogota over the mountains. Snow on the mountains, on the equator! Or did I imagine that? Ordered a coffee but had to down it in a one as we were going to land. The flight was that short. Medellín airport. Bus takes us across beautiful countryside and then, thereContinue reading “Medellín”
