After listening to the bunkum and bluster from Boris tonight again, you could be forgiven for suggesting he should take the rest of the year off. Or the century perhaps?
In our teams we’re getting great support from each other in this very difficult time, but as well as being nurses, we are human beings and we have good days and bad. The poem was just my way of dealing with one of those difficult days.
Townhead, like the Vennel in Dumbarton, where Eardley produced her works most faithful to realism, was bulldozed in the 1960s and no longer exists.
The author, Bernadette Conroy, who quit once but returned later to her post as Inishturk shed the last members of its indigenous population, deserves great praise for her work and for the skilful way she has drawn together the fascinating material for this new book.
A short ferry ride is the ultimate form of travel. Your destination is visible and you know you’ll reach it. You don’t look back at where you’ve come from but you know it’s there and you’re comforted that you can return. Miles don’t matter. The distance is in the mind. So near, and yet so far.
Reporting of deaths is typically lower at weekends and can be “particularly low following a Sunday”, First Minister Nicola Sturgeon said.