Where Confidence Walks

There are a million, trillion different courses out there about how, by taking said course, you can become instant-confident. A bit like instant coffee. With the caffeine high too. The thing is, there is no such thing, like every trillion, billion other thing in the world, as an easy fix. Confidence is especially elusive. Confidence …

Be a Cloud: Isle of Skye

Above the sky, clouds streak, they bob and pass along in a mild manner more befitting a dodgy old man with  walking stick than amorphous miracles of nature which humans will idly observe into definable form. There a cow. A cat. Now a ship. Stretched into a dragon. A boy reading a book. A griffin …

Bath: A Tub of History

Stylish. Unanimous. Uniform. Sleek. Polished. The famous Royal Crescent. Those words and their synonyms summarise Bath. A city which looks to have been built in one era, when in reality, it is part of as many eras as any city in these parts of the world. So what makes it so special? It’s in the …

Modernism: Visit Glasgow

Most people gave me an odd look, cocked their heads and were generally befuddled as to why I would stop in Glasgow. “You’d be better off going to Edinburgh. Glasgow’s just a city,” they insisted. But then again, the Glencoe Mountains isn’t the Isle of Skye but they both fall under ‘hiking through nature.’ Each …

If I Could Wander the Earth as a Duck: A Poem for Dreamers

Duck Dreams

If I could wander the Earth as a duck

I would keep swimming until I’d waddle.

Waddle and waddle. To make humans laugh.

That’s all I’d want. To make humans laugh.

To share a piece of their world.

From my wet, wobbly corner of quacks.

I will keep wandering until I find one.

A duck friend. To make a quack orchestra with.

To swim two by two. To waddle then and more.

If I could wander the Earth as a duck.

I would keep on swimming.