The joy and shared travails of a writing group.

The Forres ForWords writing group meets every Tuesday in our local Legion Hall.  Adrian the barman runs the outfit with the smooth efficiency of someone practised in the art of using wit to keep customers happy, an ability to have the dartboard primed and the glasses suitable charged.
There's a membership over fifteen and  usually a turnout of about ten writers at each time.They come with their own particular gift and so freely share their work, I seldom return home without feeling inspired, entertained and moved.
United by the love of putting words together we watch each other's journey, recognising that it's a different route for everyone, but one worth making.


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Ancient monuments.

A bonny day in Forres doesn't necessarily mean it's the same, thirteen miles up the road  and towards Grantown-on-spey, at Lochandorb. It's castle was the ancient stronghold of that nasty Wolf of Badenoch who,in a fit of pique and a general family falling 'outness,'  burnt down lovely Elgin Cathedral.
The Wolf's home hasn't fared well over the years in terms of structure but it still casts a gloomy spell over the loch's waters. It still seems to say, 'Don't mess with me.'
 Today, that message remains. I wonder what it thinks of the windfarms sprouting all around.
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Google versus Local.

-- --I'm writing about growing up on a Scottish croft after the war. I'm helped by the articles written by my mother during that time but couldn't find anything about strang holes in either collection, Leaning on a Gate or An Upland Place. Strang hole's not a bonny name.. Suitable then, I recalled for having something to do with septic tanks.
I asked my husband if he knew the word but he said that as he came from posh ,nearby Elgin, such a word would hardly figure in the drawing-rooms of his forbears.
 I consulted our Scots dictionary- strang means urine- So I was kind of getting closer. I tried Google to little avail, then I asked the indefatigable Brian who chairs our writing group and, coming from North-east Scotland, is a rural loon and kens a'thin aboot sic matters.
Strang holes he remembered vividly. He wrote a whole A4 page on the subject, and yes, my friend, it certainly is something to so with septic tanks. So. From now on I won't trouble Google. Brian's the expert.


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Mandy's Bonny Coos.

-- --Today I spoke to Mandy Anderson who has recently picked up a paintbrush and started to produce  wonderful artwork in acrylic. She introduced me to some of her work courtesy of her mobile which these days do everything but curl your hair, which is why I don't have one or any.

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Mandy's been doing Highland cows and they gaze up at me from the tiny screen as if they were actually there. She's a very clever girl. She's sold lots of paintings, has a few commissions and I don't doubt that Mandy's cattle will enjoy a long and happy life on some lucky person's wall.
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P.S! Recently I visited Brodie CountryFare- a definite 'must' if you're looking for that special 'something' and keen on shopping in lovely surroundings fortified by some of the fine food fare in the recently refurbished restaurant. What should I see, hanging on the wall, but some of Mandy's coos. Meet Beth. Mandy's obviously met her eye to eye which is more than can be said about this writer.

L.Plate Driver.

Hello. This is my first foray into blogging so I'm considering that this is something of a test drive. So---Hand brake at the ready, mirror control and let's hope I don't have to reach for the instruction manual, namely Tez Watson, my web site designer and computer guru.
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