Coronavirus and the Football

Coronavirus and the Football It might surprise you to know that I love playing football. This is awkward for me to ever do; it is a pleasure rarely enjoyed. Why? Because, here it is: I am forty-three and of modest fitness, I have four children who I lovingly (used to) shift here and there and […]

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Coronavirus and the Beacon

Monday, at six-thirty am was fair in Orkney, bright blue sky overhead and the flowering currents beginning to blossom – a foolhardy plant to come so early in spring. By the time my eldest two children had caught their bus and my youngest was walked to school the sky was changing. A short drive to […]

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Imagined Corners

Imagined CornersĀ  Willa Muir A book of many woven narratives whose style and ideas are so broadly informed that it seems incredible that the novel was first published in 1935. There is an air of modernity to the writing – it has precision, it has deliberate ambiguity and it leans towards post-modernist dissolution – that […]

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Farewell Living Orkney

I picked up the last issue of Living Orkney on Thursday. Inside its cover were many familiar things. Some items do become familiar to the point of becoming invisible, like wellington boots marooned by the back door all summer until October when they are picked up again, like the smart woollen coat worn when it’s […]

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There Were Six

There Were Six, Poem, Gabrielle Barnby. January 2020.

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Gabrielle Barnby