Bhaltos

by Karen Izod 27th May, Bhaltos, Isle of Lewis I am back at Bhaltos, a small scattering of houses overlooking Phabaigh Mor on the Isle of Lewis. This is the las...

Death of a Foster Son

by Nancy Campbell The doctor called out to me as I shuffled downhill through the snow, going sideways and slowly, trying not to fall over. We’d met over a dinne...

Meeting the Whale

by Peter Reason “We might be in for a tedious day,” I warned Suzy and Gib. “Motoring in flat calm and very little to see.” I was on the second stage of my voyag...

Holy Mound

by Rachael Guy On the banks of the estuary, a ramshackle waterbird sanctuary. Handwritten signs implore ‘Look up!’ ‘Walk Quietly’ – ‘Listen’. Passages fro...

The Last Call

by James Roberts The first time I heard it was in the instant after I had first experienced silence. We came here a few months after our baby was born. I left h...