Of our Island And what the sky, and what the land and what the hand of humankind,Without the sprinkle of the stars, nor yet the rain and sun together,that maketh our good soil a’ shine, with, “due a rainbow here, in a week or two.” weather and sweet this land within a gale, or laced […]
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Lost in the Mist A girl of three wandered free Along a winding pathHer eyes glued to mystic hues A sinking silver swathThree fishermen cried to save the child From icy ocean’s wrathNot a moment late, they pulled her safe The child found at last Carried back then sat on lap Inside their big red
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Cycling Green leafy lanes trundle by and I feel the caress of warmth on my face. Tingling smell of fresh sea air tickles my nostrils. Glorious cacophony of colour at a hedgeveg stall bombards my senses and I stop to pick fresh plump tomatoes. The crisp pound note rustles as it enters the money box.
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Alderney Alderney, a comma in the ocean. A dot of land, a few miles off the coast of France. I’m a newcomer to the island. The busyness of my old lifestyle replaced with days spent wandering through wild garlic and pink thrift; pausing to look at cotton ball clouds drifting by; listening to the chatter
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Still Some claim the water sucksand gurgles asit celebratesits dance around the rocks –that liquid has theagency, while thestone, inured andthoughtless, merely borders life –observing action,like a patient ontoo manydrugs. But, slow the tempo, turn the dialdown until you think it pointsto zero. The waves vanish,the tides are a blue-grey blur,the diorite finds its voice,
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Stornoway at Night On a golden brown Autumn day in 2020 I moved from the croft home I had shared with my beloved cats on the Isle of Scalpay. My destination a flat in sheltered social housing, in Matheson Road, in the middle of the town of Stornoway. All winter long I gazed out of
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Community Spirit The past is in the past except for when you live here. Where our heritage shapes our lives and we are propelled forward by our faith in each other. Yet, the present arrives all the same and with it a desire to break free. Echoes of the past remain – sensibilities of a
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The two halves which make us whole Recently cognitive scientists have posited that memories can only be formed after language. So I often wonder what they’d make of Gibraltarians who speak in a forked tongue, flickering between English and Spanish neither here nor there it falls just short of a language and is instead relegated
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The Wonders Of The Wight The skirl of shells on the seashore serenades your arrival, and the cliffs reach forward to give you a hug.The Isle of Wight is a diamond in more ways than one. Nestling just off the southern edge of the UK, it is one of England’s sunniest spots.Orchids abound on the
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Traditional Events Sarnia arts and craftsIn gazebos and in tentsMusic and danceTraditional eventsCommunity spirit where old friends meetLiberation Day party out on the streetLiberation Day Tea Dance and CavalcadeCelebrating the efforts that everybody madeOur North and South and West ShowThe Viaer MarcheGo! Go! Go!The Muratti and the SprintSand Racing and the Hill ClimbAll to be
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