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On Thursday morning, the earth and I will have made yet another orbit around the sun. I'm grateful and blessed to have this quiet rural life and this creative space. There may even be sunshine, I'm told ☺️ Stay kind. Share it. Offer it. Nurture it. Hold it close. #poet #BlueSky #kindness

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You're never alone with an Archie. Working on a script for a short film a wee while back as this lad kept a close eye on my notes. #poet #cats #rurallife #BlueSky

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A moment to relax at the end of a long day. Nothing beats my wee local cafe for great food and chat. #poet #photography #rurallife #BlueSky

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I'll discover moments like this again very soon. A peaceful, early spring morning by the Agivey river last year 💙 #poet #nature #rurallife #BlueSky

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A small, precious song 💙 #poet #nature #rurallife #birds #BlueSky

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Another memory. Autumn fire. I still lose myself in these layers of shadow and fierce light. Dusk at the old farm a few months ago. #poet #nature #rurallife #BlueSky

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A winter memory. Solitary flight above the Donegal hills. #poet #photography #nature #BlueSky

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There's a very simple (black and white) reason why I have to remove cat hairs from my keyboard each time I sit down to write. I wouldn't have it any other way. Stig ♥️ #poet #cats #catlife #photographs #rurallife #blackandwhite

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The falling sun dips behind these trees a little later each day. The light returns. Dusk at the old farm ❤️ #poet #photographs #light #seasons #sun

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How lucky I am to be in this space. Quiet beauty unfolds here as I bear witness to it. Flight over the moss behind the farm. Dusk 5.30pm ♥️ #poet #photography #nature #rurallife #light

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My Hopper hill. This rising arc of road that lifts to an open sky always fills my heart 💙 #poet #photography #rurallife #seasons

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Clear, strong light and shades of blue by the water. Proper sunshine, if only for a day. Happy Saturday 💙 #poet #nature #rurallife

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Evening flight across the sun. Dusk at the old farm - 4.50pm. #poet #nature #light

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Night sky at the farm. There's heavy cloud cover tonight, but these stars burned clear in frosty air a few nights ago. With no light pollution in this rural area, I step outside at night to find these guiding lights. #poet #nature #countrylife

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Small, stubborn, elderly cat. She demands my lap and a hug when I'm out feeding the wild birds first thing. All feeders hang from the trees. She'll sit and watch them dip and swoop all morning. Miss Lemon ♥️ #poet #cats #countrylife

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Archie. Rescue kitten who arrived - with his brother Neo - four years ago. Such an angry wee man at that time. A bundle of ginger love and mischief now ♥️ #poet #cats #countrylife

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Foz (named after Fozzie Bear). Hand reared along with her sister Stig from they were 10 mins old - they were saved by c-section as their mum died. If I'm writing or reading, she's close by ♥️ #poet #cats #countrylife

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Backlit beauties. I never cease to marvel at the delicacy of these tiny flowers which rise through the dark days of winter. What a joy ☺️ #poet #nature #seasons #newwriting

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The rising road. February holds the promise of new light but gives little away. Ulster-Scots describes this moment perfectly - a dreich (bleak) day. #poet #writer #nature #photography

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What a delight to have my contributor's copy of this beautiful anthology arrive at the farm! This is the fourth year of Yarns - a wonderful showcase for Ulster-Scots writing. Congratulations to my fellow contributors and warmest thanks to both @ulsterscotsagency.bsky.social and the editorial team.

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These winter songsters carry precious light to the farm each day before the year turns again. #poet #photography #nature #writing

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Storm Eowyn cast a long shadow. It's lovely to be online at the farm again after a silent 21 days without WiFi. First world problem, though; l'd electricity to cook and read, wee wild birds to feed and cats to keep me company as I wrote #poet #writing #storm #rurallife

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Tuesday 11th Feb. BBC1 NI. 10.40pm. My life as an Ulster-Scots poet. Interviews with inspiring NI women writers. And the old farm. It's been a real honour to take this creative journey. #poet #ulsterscots @niscreen.bsky.social @doublebandfilms.bsky.social @ulsterscotsagency.bsky.social

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I'm honoured to be a part of this remarkable film which traces the expressive beauty of Ulster-Scots through the words of past and present women writers across Northern Ireland. I'm indebted to @niscreen.bsky.social @doublebandfilms.bsky.social and many others for their encouragement and support.

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Day 17 without WiFi after Storm Éowyn. This wee rural area was hit hard. When I catch some 4G, I'm happy to share a little of my day. The growing light here is a blessing. Dusk at the old farm yesterday. #poet #nature #rurallife

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Sunset at the farm this week. Golden rays dipped behind the trees a little later than before. Light is returning #nature #poet

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No internet at the farm as yet - grateful to access the world through our local community building. Clearing the road to the farm, post-storm, on Friday. Silence and sunlight never felt so good. #poet #nature #storm

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Bitter winds scrape against the hour of a late January day like metal over bone. Winter is the time for wounds to rise; for clotted scars to twist their way across the people and their land. Taken from 'Walking Off the Land.' Published by Hedgehog Poetry Press 2021.

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