May 3, 2025
A View from St Kilda – May2025
A Happy Easter to you all! I cannot thank you all enough for both the work and the support during Holy Week up to Easter Day. Like Jill in the past, Nickie went above and beyond to produce our little
April 3, 2025
A View from St Kilda – April 2025
In the 1960s, before the troubles really started in Northern Ireland, we, as a family, had a holiday there. A relation of my mother, called ‘Aunt Daisy’, lived on a farm outside Pomeroy. And after what seemed like an eternity
February 25, 2025
A View from St Kilda – March 2025
I nearly jumped out of my skin the evening before we were about to be hit by storm Eowyn. I was sitting in the manse, minding my own business when not just my phone but all the mobile phones, some
January 29, 2025
A View from St Kilda – February 2025
It was with mixed emotions that I raised a glass, or smashed a bottle, to celebrate that the Glen Sannox eventually took to the water not that long ago. Without being political, the ferry fiasco had been marred by delays
November 29, 2024
A View from St Kilda – December 2024
There are certain books that have to be read at Christmas – one of my favourites, ‘A Christmas Carol’ by Charles Dickens. Likewise, I like to watch ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ and ‘The Bishop’s Wife’ both putting me in the
November 1, 2024
A View from St Kilda – November 2024
‘I belong to Glasgow, and Glasgow belongs to me.’ 2025 sees the 850th anniversary of the granting of its Burgh Charter to what is now the city of Glasgow. The city, certainly in the past, was always known for close
October 1, 2024
A View from St Kilda – October 2024
G.K. Chesterton says in his book, The Incomplete Traveller, that ‘the traveller sees what he sees; the tripper sees what he has come to see.’ You know from my article last month, that whilst I enjoyed Germany, the trains were
August 31, 2024
A View from St Kilda – September 2024
The summer holidays are gone, and the ‘summer’ never really made an appearance. A good day here, a good day there, but for the most part, a washout! Likewise, my first trip to Germany was mixed: the trains that never