July 2011
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My first bicycle was essentially a toy; its removable stabilisers saw me safely though various wobbly adventures on the streets of Shawlands and Pollokshaws in Glasgow until, at the age of six, I found myself in the leafy seaside suburbia of Troon in Ayrshire. It was on Ottoline Drive’s sleepy tarmac that I learned to…
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….with many thanks to Richard and Jolene at Precious Productions!
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She’s the queen of the quality press In her little black Balenciaga dress She’s got three gold-plated iPhones One for James, one for David one for Rupert alone Divorced her husband – he was too bald He said he was scared, because she was too tall Used a Mulberry bag like a baseball bat No…
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…Just offshore from the house last Sunday night at about 10.45pm. Picture by Stewart Cunningham/Great Scot Photography.
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One of those weird Shetland days when the morning starts cold and glowering, changes to mild and then warm, and by the time we got round to Eshaness, was actually, positively hot. I can truthfully say I have never sweated so much on a walk around the UK’s most spectacular peninsula (apart from Hillswick Ness).…
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Sorry if you’ve already seen this, but I did promise to put it up on the blog…
