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Read: The Drowning Pool by Ross MacDonald ★★★★☆ 📚
There the kelp-beds stopped me, a tangled barrier of brown and yellow tubes and bulbs floating low in the water. I hated the touch of underwater life.
The best Chandler substitute I’ve found.
Beinn Bhreac & Ben Reoch yesterday.
Flora:
Bog Asphodel
Bog Myrtle
Bog Cotton
Tormentil
Fox gloves
Marsh orchid
Eye bright
Bedstraw
Milkwort
Bog heather
Bell heather
Saxifrage
Lousewort
Marsh thistle
map & notes
Read: Brooklyn by Colm Tóibín ★★★★★ 📚
A re-read in prep for Long Island. This is a beautiful quiet read that lingers a long time. Really enjoyed reading it again.
Read: To the Dogs by Louise Welsh ★★★★☆ 📚
Glasgow crime, university prof, nearly brought low by his criminal son & family history. Twists, turns & some familiar locations.
Read: Clear by Carys Davies ★★★★★ 📚
I loved this short tale, 1840, 3 characters, the split in the Kirk & the clearances.
There was a word in Ivar’s language for the moment before something happens; for the state of being on the brink of something.
Read: Bad Actors by Mick Herron ★★★★☆ 📚
Plenty of fun poked at our political leaders. Usual spy fun & shenanigans.
Read: The Bee Sting by Paul Murray ★★★★★ 📚
A great read, multiple pov, full of surprises. Inside each character’s head indecision jerks chains. The stories shift between characters, each enough for a novel of its own. At first I felt some were left hanging, but it all weaves together.
Dad’s day walk to Duncolm in the rain this morning. Lots of wee flowers. Plenty of birds too. Young warblers hiding in the bracken. Cuckoos calling, a pair flew by. Whinchat and Wheatear on the moor, larks and more.