Seven Miles of Steel Thistles

  Stories about selkies are ambiguous, evocative, sad.             This is largely because of the way seals themselves affect us. Bobbing ...

An airthlie nourrice sits and sings, And aye she sings, Ba lily wean! Little ken I my bairnis father Far less the land that he stap...

I like stories about watermills. A watermill figured largely in my first two books, ‘Troll Fell’ and ‘Troll Mill’, and if you think about i...