I didn’t make it to Belladrum last weekend, but all the photos and videos posted by friends on social media gave me a pretty good flavour of what I missed. Lewis Capaldi’s blend of ballads and banter seems to have won over the Tartan Hearts, closely followed by Peat and Diesel. There was warm love… Read more »
Posts By: Nicky Marr
Social history through recipe books
From my grandmother’s school cookery book from 1929, to a brand new volume from Sue Lawrence, ‘A Taste of Scotland’s Islands’, there is much to learn from the recipes of the past.
Finding peace and solace in the mountains.
A memory from about 15 years ago resurfaced recently. I was in the Cairngorms with my mum – I can’t remember exactly where – but we’d walked in from Glen Feshie. We had day sacks and sandwiches and had set off from Inverness before 7am. The day was ours. Nothing to do but put one… Read more »
Imposter Syndrome sent packing by Shelley Kerr’s Mum
I read a story a few months ago that stuck with me and, given the out-of-this-world events that were happening 50 years ago this weekend, and a conversation I had yesterday about football, it’s timely to share it. Somewhere in America a few years ago (I’ll admit the details are a little sketchy, but it… Read more »
Fast fashion in context
For years, if asked (and admittedly, I wasn’t asked very often) the quote by which I tried to live my life was ‘Mistrust all enterprises that require new clothes’. I came across it in EM Forster’s 1908 novel ‘A Room with a View’ when I was a student and it struck a chord. Skint and… Read more »
Battered, bruised, and bloody impatient.
If there is anything that I have learned about myself in the past fortnight, it’s that I am not a patient patient. Actually, that’s a lie – I’ve known for years that I am desperately impatient. But as I type (on Monday morning) it’s exactly two weeks since I ended up in a Greek hospital…. Read more »
D-Day 75 and a naked warning
D-Day 75 I have a small silver brooch in the shape of a Spitfire – I received it from a friend in the 90s and happened to pin it to my jacket last Thursday morning. As I stood at reception in Inverness’s Kingsmills Hotel, a member of staff commented on its appropriateness for the date… Read more »
A holiday home with hope at its heart
It’s not the right order of things to lose a child, and if the worst were to happen, I can’t imagine how I would react. I’d like to think that, in time, I might be able to create something positive out of tragedy, and it’s on my mind just now having just returned from a… Read more »
The UK has never been a marriage of equals.
I am not sure that I have ever been more disillusioned by Westminster politics. The deepening and destructive Downing Street farce of a woman who didn’t want Brexit having to ask for help to leave Europe from an opposition leader who has no stomach for it, would have been a stretch even for the scriptwriters… Read more »
The price of fish… and veggies for Marr.
The impact of ‘Lost at Sea’ Inspired by last Thursday night’s performance of ‘Lost at Sea’ at Eden Court, Mr Marr and I revved up our motorhome and headed along the Moray Coast for the weekend. The play, written by Burghead playwright Morna Young, had been about eight years in the making. Judging by the… Read more »