Writer of modern fairy tales and dreamer of dreams
Welcome to my blog where I write about my stories and my travels
A writer’s life is a lonely one, except when beta readers, friends and followers join the journey. With fantasy books always in progress, it’s good to be able to mark the various stages en route. Updates and subject matter are fun to share, as well as some real life experiences where magic, mystery and wonders are ever present.
‘Things are not always what they seem…’
Latest from my blog
Cambusbarron and Gillies Hill
Sketches of Stirling: Eight I meet my walking companions at the corner of Torbrex Lane, in the village of the same name which lies to the south west of Stirling, once an important area for weaving. From there we walk along Torbrex Road, taking a left over the M9...
The Smith Gallery
Sketches of Stirling: Seven Proceeding through the porticoed entrance to the Smith Gallery on Stirling’s Dumbarton Road we enter a different world, a delightful time warp, greeted by two friendly members of staff at reception. This place is Stirling’s special treasure...
Cambuskenneth and Riverside
Sketches of Stirling: Six On this lovely summer’s day we plan to walk from a high point in St.Ninian’s down from the top of Coxithill Road, then continue onwards towards town past Beechwood Park and the police station to Port Street. Our sights are further afield...
Tinkers’ Loan
Sketches of Stirling: Five Our journey begins down a pathway along which many before us have marched, run, or simply strolled. Sma Folk, from Gillies Hill, armed with spears, apace with the feet of warfare, trained by King Robert the Bruce. Early morning joggers when...
Yellow Hill and the Bluebell Woods
Sketches of Stirling: Four Our walk today takes us via St. Ninians passing the back of the Robert the Bruce Centre, otherwise known as the ‘Brucie’, across Glasgow Road and on to Yellow Hill. We climb gently into nature, a fresh wind blowing through our hair, the sky...
Airborne
Sketches of Stirling: Three I can’t quite believe my eyes when, sitting at my computer desk, I look up into the still light Scottish evening sky and see a line of gold with a poker red tip heading north eastwards over the treetops before disappearing out of sight....