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06 November 2009

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That does look beautiful! It's amazing what solitude and natural beauty does for the soul, isn't it?

Sid would have been in heaven, too!

Looks idyllic...lucky devil. You don't fancy upping sticks and crofting?

Spectacular -- looks like beauty heightened by being side-by-side with bleakness.

Dear Boots - been drowning in work so come here late but your blog, as always, is as refreshing as a clean shower. Your photographs alone merit a poem. No, two poems.
Edinburgh boy looks keen, curious, like a border pirate...
The lack of 'communication' - what a blessing. Do you think we are losing the gift of being alone?
wx

Jay: yes, this the perfect place for Sids! My Sid, ie the late Rough Diamond, would have loved it too.

Rattling On: the thought is very tempting but Scotland's west coast summer midges - always a complete nightmare - would, sadly, be a deterrent.

Materfamilias: this part of Scotland is one of the UK's few remaining areas of true wilderness and it does a unique and haunting quality.

Wendy: ah yes, poems are in the pipeline and I too have a good deal of favourite blog catching up to do. Re being alone - it is something I cherish and which I often write about - not here on the blog but in other writing, but I'm very much aware that the thought of solitude is something that many people find alarming. Ditto silence. Not me! (Can heartily recommend Sara Maitland's 'Book of Silence'.) That doesn't mean that I don't enjoy company; I cherish time spent with people I love, as well as meeting new people, and can be as gregarious as the best of them . . . just not all the time.

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Thought for life

  • The House of Breath, William Goyen
    We are the carriers of lives and legends - who knows the unseen frescoes on the private walls of the skull?

Thinking about . . .

  • Daniel Klein, Travels with Epicurus
    I too listen to music more and more. Throughout my life, music has stirred me more than any other art form, and now, in old age, I find myself listening to it almost every evening, usually alone, for hours at a time.
  • Julia Blackburn, Thin Paths
    I began writing because I liked to write things down. I learnt foreign languages because they seemed to enter my head by a process of osmosis.
  • Joan Bakewell, Stop the Clocks
    I live contentedly alone. It's better that way and I am often thoughtful about what has been and what might have been. There are many like me.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Oh to be reborn within the pages of a book.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Why is it that we lose the things we love, and things cavalier cling to us and will be the measure of our worth after we’re gone?
  • Judith Kerr, Observer Magazine, 22 November 2015
    I don't believe in God. I find it much easier to believe in ancestors. I like to imagine they are pointing us in the right direction.

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