I hope my blog has given you a sense of the different places I’ve lived and worked. This forms the basis for my writing just now for the second Meditation through Writing e-course by Fiona Doubleday.
I will follow this up by taking part in the “Place, Space & Identity” course which could have been written for me and points the way to a memoir based on my childhood in Scotland, my teenage years in California, my formative years in Chicago and Sweden and finally the past 38 years on Arran, raising children, building a weaving studio and setting up international programmes focusing on island living.
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I am still celebrating Handweaving: The Basics. The closer we get to publication date the more exciting it is and quite unbelievable that my part in it is complete. If you still haven’t a peek at the preview pages, your can find them by going on to Amazon and typing in Handweaving:the Basics.
LIFE ON AN ISLAND – EPISODE 9,500, Woes of Cal-Mac Ferry Travel.
Thursday was perfect, the weather was calm the staff were their usual helpful selves and I came away with half the HUGE order of fish and chips in a Happy Meal Bag, Printed in Gaelic. Everything ran on time and I was back from the clinic in Edinburgh by tea time (no cooking required, just heat up the happy meal.) Then disaster struck. The service status on-line said that the ferry had made contact with the pier in Ardrossan and they would have to bring the ferry down from Islay to make the run. In other words no ferry until the afternoon meaning that a planned weekend visit from my cousins had to be postponed till Saturday. Said visit was short and sweet and I managed to have a double order of mussels at the Brodick Bar – my definition of “enough”.
I so appreciate my cousins. We can share memories and stories from our Granny, laugh at how alike and how different we are and treasure the fact that we have each other. Our cousin Ann died of breast cancer 10 years ago and in many ways she left us the legacy of realising how precious the relationships are. It would have been her birthday on Friday and I always mark that day by remembering that we had both turned 40, I had just found out I was pregnant and it was a boy. She thought I was bonkers for going through it all again, but when she met my son for the first time, the look on her face said “he’s one of us.”
So we take Cal Mac as it comes, moan about them regularly, but I don’t know anyone who would leave the island just to have the ferry out of their life.