January at Moniack – Life Unseen

Kit in the garden at Moniack Mhor

It is winter and all seems dead. The slow seep of colour has left us with hills swept in elephantine greys. Each ornate, heavyweight night drags its tail far into what daylight remains. All, in this gloom, seems dead.
But from within we watch, we wait, look closer. We have weathered this before.

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A dream for introverts

Author, course tutor and mentor Dr Elizabeth Reeder tells us about wrestling with a bear of a novel, the origins of the word ‘ceilidh’ and why online courses are a dream for introverts, ahead of her online novel writing course this autumn.

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