Posts Tagged ‘emotion’
Sea eagle encounter
An absolute ‘WOW’ moment with a white-tailed eagle!!!
Read MoreThe waves are alive with the sound of singing.
Throw mindfulness out of the window! We should all be singing when fear gets to us.
Read MoreThe divorce
I felt a bit of a struggle coming up when we drove back from Orkney. The paddle of the clutch was not responding all that well. It kept sticking. Overall it sounded a bit unwell. I thought it caught a Scottish cold or something. The indicator lights didn’t flash up when needed and the headlight…
Read MoreClapotis, what a lovely word is that….
A man who is not afraid of the sea will soon be drowned,… for he will be going out on a day he shouldn’t. But we do be afraid of the sea, and we do only be drownded now and again.
Read MoreTicks do not tickle
My opinion about ticks, and it is not a good one.
Read MoreHow to kill a fish.
How to kill a fish swiftly with your own two hands and my thought about killing the fish.
Read More‘Do you know where the shipwreck is?’
A story about a little girl with a big imagination on a quest to find the shipwreck of the SS Politician after hearing the story in the pub.
Read MoreHow to improve your mermaid spotting skills.
Paddling around this enchanting landscape of the Scottish coastline, illusions of magical creatures under the waves start floating around in my head. It is almost tangible that there must be mermaids around. Mermaids, sirens and selkies are all part of the seafaring folklore. They have been depicted at maps of the world from the middle…
Read MoreForaging companionship and the taste of seaweed
“Do you know the different types of seaweed?” the guy asks, he’s one of the 14 nephews and cousins we just met. They stay in the large house for the yearly work party on the currently unpopulated island of Ensay or Easaigh in Gaelic. Standing side by side, the house and chapel shape the deep…
Read MoreTrouble in paradise
Prelude The sky turns slowly in the color of a big black bruise, Ominous and threatening on the horizon, while we peddle over the to Mull, it looks harrowing. Although it is getting darker the weather is still and calm. Literally: ’the calm before the storm’. We paddle fast, at the other side of the…
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