It's not very often I take an opportunity with an hour and a half to pass in Stornoway on a Saturday afternoon, on my own. When I'm with my wife we usually definitely have to stop at Kopi Java for an iced tea, a drink that's not really for me, though do usually build up… Continue reading Our Town
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Remnants of a lunch box
The range gets turned off at the wall, the hot cupboard is getting cold now with all the trays being washed, the grill off, fans off and the deck hosed and scrubbed well, shutter down and door closed. That is the usual end to a day in the galley, with safety at sea in mind… Continue reading Remnants of a lunch box
Apron Strings
With Easter now another distant memory in the 2019 calender and Christmas just around the corner, I don't want to dwell to much about what the true meaning of Easter is, I mean obviously, number 1, it's mostly about chocolate which was the demise of me at the weekend with the loss of a button… Continue reading Apron Strings
Memories from the playground
That was the sound of the 10:15am or it could have been the 10:30am bell going off. I can't describe the sound, it was a continuous drone of what um... I can only describe as an excited one, the sound might have been the same that was used as the fire drill, again the same… Continue reading Memories from the playground
The Niseach Chef 