Hagitude

I’m 57 years old going on 58, and I keep waiting for my hair to turn grey. It refuses. Instead, the red in it which I always loved has simply faded to duller and darker. The same thing has happened to everyone on my father’s side of the family with my colouring – but I’d [...]

2019-03-21T08:24:57+01:00February 6th, 2019|Article|59 Comments

The Wild Old Hag

Foremost among my inspirations over the past several years, and strongly derived from the time I spent in the wildest, remotest reaches of the Outer Hebrides, on our sea-soaked croft with the wildest of views out to Scarp and St Kilda, is the legendary figure of the Cailleach. I have often written about some of [...]

2016-09-15T14:45:23+01:00October 15th, 2014|Article|Comments Off on The Wild Old Hag