That was 2017

Snowman at the bridge

The sun has set on another year and this blog has been sat unloved and under-utilised for some months. It has not been forgotten about in entirety, with plenty bits written here and there in different notebooks, just nothing which has made it online. Earlier in December I bought myself a horrifyingly expensive lovely diary for 2018. My stationery needs are always quite particular, but even by my usual standards this was expensive. My diary is the only thing I never forget on a daily basis as with two jobs and various other commitments I otherwise would never know where I am ever supposed to be so I keep justifying the purchase to myself with that inmind. This particular diary comes with a nice feature – a weekly page for scribbles in which I thought I could attempt to piece together thoughts on the various subjects listed on my about page. After all, that was always the intention with maintaining this tiny corner of the internet. Whether or not any of it will make it online is another matter but one can try. Or at least try and convince myself it will happen with thoughts of “a year from now I will have done so much“. We shall see.

Wishing anyone reading this a happy new year and that 2018 treats us all with a little more grace and kindness than 2017 has. If anyone needs me, I’ll be hibernating for a few days yet reading some Winter Tales, rediscovering my knitting mojo and eating my body weight in the last remaining festive foodstuffs.

Bliadhna mhath ùr nuair a thig i.

Knitting in progress

Winter Tales

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Into a new year

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I spent Hogmanay afternoon walking through the city centre, feeling unutterably scunnered with Edinburgh. The city turns into a theme park at this time of year, with large sections barricaded off and constant disruption for anyone just trying to get from A to B. Needless to say, the festive cheer I was clinging onto from Christmas had long gone.

So I went home. The hours passed, some fireworks went off. Wine was drank, sleep was had, the calendar changed. By contrast, the following day, lots of venues across the Old Town were transformed into tasters of places beyond the city limits. Music, video, dance and participation in islands, rural communities and places elsewhere. This is precisely what I needed this New Year; to think of being anywhere else. That this was delivered so nicely to me, and the thousands others in attendence, through beautiful venues in the heart of Edinburgh is suitably ironic. I wished only to escape but ultimately the best of other places was brought to me through this frustrating but peerless city.

My favourite event of the day came from Sea Bird:Land, hosted by An Lanntair in Stornoway. Turas is Tumadh; sounds of the sea, coast, boats with a video projection and live score by Aidan O’Rourke and pals.

Some links for anyone interested:

Full info on the Scot:Lands event here.

A review by Sarah Laurenson of the Tumadh : Immersion exhibition held in 2014.

Bliadhna mhath ùr – happy new year – to one and all.

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