Tag: caithness
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The Last Engine in Caithness
The map remembers when the town was louder,when cranes cut a new skyline and houses multiplied.Children’s shoes lined paths to schools that stilled later,and the sea kept the same slow argument with the shore. They came for the work and stayed for the short bright years,for trades that taught hands new languages, for shops that…
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3 Good Things Vol. 13 (02/08/26)
On Sundays, I like to share three things I have enjoyed in the past week. They could be anything; just stuff that has, as Marie Kondo might say, sparked joy. They also don’t have to be new or recent, so long as I’ve enjoyed them this week. […]
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The Distance We Carry
The story bends north long before I arrive,a woman carrying four childrenas far from harm as she can manage,finding Thurso at the edge of what’s possible.My dad grows up in that far light,learns the sea’s voice, leaves when work demands it.Years later, I come for my own reasons,thinking I’m starting from somewhere else,and feel the…
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Decommissioning Caithness
Dounreay dismantled, piece by piece,reactors hushed, the glow at peace.Steel and concrete, stripped with care,a future planned in thinning air. And in the town, the same routine:doors shut quiet, streets go lean.Not radiation, but resignation,a slow embrace of ruination. They decommission shops like rods,pubs like turbines, hopes like gods.Every closure signed and stamped,as if decline…
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Salt, Stone, Signal
We wear the weather like a cardigan here;salt on the collar, wind in the seams, Caithness sky stretched like an exam paper you can’t quite fold right.The bus leaves before the light finishes waking; I tuck my keys into the same pocket that remembers first-day nerves.My classroom is a cottage of cushions and careful rules,…