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Margot McCuaig

Writer, Filmmaker, Mother, Grandmother

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    • The year that was, 2013
    • Writing for film versus fiction
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    • An Empty Hush
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    • The sweet sworn vow

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Happy anniversary to my mum and dad, 68 years married, 70 years courting ❤️. Here they are on their diamond anniversary, 3 years ago, at the church where they were married.
A wee visitor to the garden tonight, the first hedgehog we’ve seen in easily 20 years. Had a hearty feed and off it popped into the trees.
My wee pal at the bottom of my road.
I love this time of year, the buzz of the hay being cut and baled and the colours of the land so rich and vibrant. It doesn’t last. Sadly the swallows are already gathering on telephone lines planning their long journey over winter. They will be back and gentler days will return. Until then, we harvest in that we have.
My grandsons’ apple tree is thriving. Nearly time for harvest.
#Fairhead

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Happy anniversary to my mum and dad, 68 years married, 70 years courting ❤️. Here they are on their diamond anniversary, 3 years ago, at the church where they were married.
A wee visitor to the garden tonight, the first hedgehog we’ve seen in easily 20 years. Had a hearty feed and off it popped into the trees.
My wee pal at the bottom of my road.
I love this time of year, the buzz of the hay being cut and baled and the colours of the land so rich and vibrant. It doesn’t last. Sadly the swallows are already gathering on telephone lines planning their long journey over winter. They will be back and gentler days will return. Until then, we harvest in that we have.
My grandsons’ apple tree is thriving. Nearly time for harvest.
#Fairhead

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