It's been a whole week since the last update -- the longest hiatus since we started our journey together way back in March or April or whenever it was. Not that there's been much of note going on at Corner Cottage: it's more that there's been a lot of very little. But today something very …
Remember that time I waxed all lyrical about whisky? It was one of those posts that just came out fully formed – maybe because the subject was close to my heart and had been the subject of much in-depth thought. But given the need for fiscal discipline in the life of an unemployed freelance writer …
Sometimes you just can’t anticipate how things might turn out. Even when you set out to do something quite ordinary and usual, events can take an unexpected course. The human imagination just can’t take in all the possibilities the universe can throw at you, which means there’s always the potential for a surprise, even if …
When I wrote about spring, with the sap rising and the birds, bees and bugs pursuing procreation with the singlemindedness of teenage boys’ quest to cast off their virginity, I wasn’t wrong. But I’m happy to concede that it wasn’t the whole picture. Or maybe it was at the time, but things have moved on …
When I was a kid, we didn’t have Halloween. That is, the church probably had All Hallows’ E’en, which as we all know is the origin of the name – but we didn’t have all the stuff with pumpkins, witches, and trick or treating. I’m not saying it didn’t happen, but there certainly wasn’t all …
The funny thing about obsession is that it isn’t funny at all. Many of these posts are the result of one obsessive pursuit or another, and many’s the mention of being drawn into rabbit-holes as one link on the interwebs leads to another two, or four, or so on. One bee in the old bonnet …
It’s inevitable that being something of a cycling fan, your country-bound correspondent’s interest has been piqued by the label on local maps that denotes the ‘former Hibernian Bicycle Racing Track’ just down other end of Duncan Street. It’s on someone’s land now, so I haven’t been able to have a sticky-beak, but what a tantalising …
You will of course be familiar with my distaste for the popular tendency to anthropomorphise animals – not merely because of a grumpy, jaundiced outlook on the world in general and mankind in particular, but because that’s not what wildlife is really about – it’s a human-centric way of looking at the world, and look …
I wish I hadn’t used the sophisticated and witty wisecrack, “call me butter because I’m on a roll” the other day, because it turns out that at the moment, I’m . . . well, on a roll. Except now I can’t call myself butter without unfunnily repeating said bon mot. So, moving right along, the …
One of the familiar phenomena arising from the COVID-19 lockdown is the iso-beard. Chaps and chums all over the globe, liberated from the repressive regime of grooming for work, have thrown in the razor and joyfully sprouted facial fungus. On a recent four-way Zoom with some UK mates, three participants were sporting some degree of …
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