Lockdown Diary: Day Two Hundred and Six.

I’m giving my clients writing exercises this week. One of them says, ‘When do you do your daily writing?’ I stop. I stutter slightly, because it’s such an odd question to my ears. ‘In the morning,’ I say. ‘Often first thing. And then after a cup of coffee and something to eat I settle downContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Two Hundred and Six.”

Lockdown Diary: Day Two Hundred and Five.

Out of the blue, from the other side of the world, a kind gentleman sends me a message. I’ve been missing my little bay mare fiercely lately, and I’ve been writing about that on the internet, and the kind gent read my words and sent me some of his own. He too had a heartContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Two Hundred and Five.”

Lockdown Diary: Day One Hundred and Ninety-Two

I wake up writing. I often wake up whilst writing in my head. I literally come to consciousness half way through a sentence. I can’t remember what this morning’s was, but the other day I had a dilly about a ‘pervasive human wind’. It was so vivid and insistent that I thought it was aContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day One Hundred and Ninety-Two”

Lockdown Diary: Day One Hundred and Eighty-Six.

I woke up this morning and the Scottish sky was translucent outside my window and the sun was pale and delicate and my lurchers were gazing at me as if I were Dorothy Parker and Jane Austen and Maya Angelou all rolled into one. (Actually, now I come to think of it, perhaps they wereContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day One Hundred and Eighty-Six.”

Lockdown Diary: Day One Hundred and Eighty-Four.

The news grows dark again as talk is of the second wave and lockdown in Scotland is tightened and everyone goes about with their faces creased in concern, not sure what the future holds. I’ve been working hard to process my other griefs, the ones that don’t make headline news. I miss my stepfather keenly.Continue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day One Hundred and Eighty-Four.”

Lockdown Diary: Day One Hundred and Twenty-Seven.

On Sunday morning, not long after six o’clock, my stepfather died. He had, as Dylan Thomas recommended, raged against the dying of the light. He fought hard but, in the end, he went gentle into that good night. His son and daughter were with him and they were the ones who called to tell me.Continue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day One Hundred and Twenty-Seven.”

Lockdown Diary: Day One Hundred and One.

One of the most curious paradoxes in life is that the more you give, the more you get. I understand this intellectually. I write about it quite often, especially in my horse pages. (My red mare has her own Facebook page, because she is far to magnificent to be confined to her Scottish field. SheContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day One Hundred and One.”

Lockdown Diary: Day Ninety-Nine.

I haven’t written this diary for a hundred years and the critical voices in my head tell me that I should apologise to you for that, but I know perfectly well that you are grown-ups and you are doing life too and you understand how this works. I’m sitting in my room and Darwin theContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Ninety-Nine.”

Lockdown Diary: Day Sixty-Seven.

A friend and I are talking on the telephone. We come to the end of the conversation. I say, ‘See you tomorrow.’ See you tomorrow. This is the first time I have said that in sixty-seven days. Actually, that is not quite true. I have written it in a message to the farrier and spokenContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Sixty-Seven.”

Lockdown Diary: Day Sixty-Five.

Yesterday, I felt too miserable to write. Everything was supposed to be better. Everything was supposed to be sorted out. All the questions were supposed to be answered. We Britons were supposed to, in the words adored by the political class, move on. And everything just got worse. There was shouting. The Twitter pile-on started,Continue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Sixty-Five.”