When I lived in the south I was pleased to see a buzzard circling high in this sky. This morning in north Scotland there is one sitting on a branch just over my garden wall. He has had a good preen and is now just looking back at me. He might not have anything better to do but I must get on.
Belfast another appalling attack, we need to ask what is driving this.
Soops kitchen, a place of reflection, refuge and at times revelry.



