Since moving to Scotland in 2013, I’ve seen more wildlife than the entire 45 years I lived in England. Seriously. I’m not just making this up for the sake of fiction. While out walking or driving in the daytime, I’m regularly treated to the common garden birds and crows, but spread some love in the form of oats and uneaten rice cakes, and the local woodpecker comes knocking. Rabbits frolic on the lawn as mummy rabbit teaches them … rabbity hops and cute nose twitches. There are the toads that can leap across the entire road before we pass them at 45 miles an hour. And if you’re really lucky, a red squirrel will scamper up a nearby tree – with a nut clamped in their jaws, ear tufts swaying in the breeze. Driving home late at night, a different kind of clientele frequent the roads and pathways as if they’re challenging you to a round of the retro 80s computer game about a boy on a push bike who’s thwarted at every opportunity by cars, animals and bins as he tries to deliver his news
I’ve been quiet on the blog front. Studying for my MA, breaking my elbow, and then within the classic writer’s rule of three, I had little spare time and energy to blog. However, I recently bought two beautiful notebooks in TK Maxx (one with Chinese artwork and the other a hare) to encourage me to journal again. I decided that one was to be notes on the novel I’m currently writing, and the other, a travel journal. I used to do the latter in my 20s and 30s, but somewhere in the business of life I fell out of love with a handwritten record of any holiday or event, leaving my photos in the Google ether to tell a story instead. I’d gone to TK Maxx with the intention to buy photo frames, and after circling the shelves numerous times, I saw a rack of notebooks inspired by British artists, instead. Distracted, I ended up picking two for me, and one for my daughter. And then I chose two photo frames. I queued up at the cash tills to be served by a worker who had seen me frittering around the p