Wishing you all good health and cheer as we approach the end of this incredibly strange year. Thank you for the amazing support on the publication of Tales from a Wee Scottish Village. I’m hard at work on my next book and look forward to sharing it with you soon but for now, let’s enjoy the festivities as much as we can.
Very happy to announce my collection of short stories, based in and around the village in Scotland, where my parents lived, is available for sale. With a cast of local characters, and shenanigans galore, it’s the perfect trip to Scotland, without leaving home!
October 5th, 1991
Hotel InterContinental, Sydney, Australia
Aside from the fact we’re ten and a half thousand miles from home and nine hours ahead of GMT, life in the land down under instills a sense of being on the other side of the world.
One of my favourite things about coming here is spotting the Sydney Opera House on approach, as I take the jump seat and buckle the safety harness. According to one of the passengers, it was opened in 1973 by the Queen to much fanfare, which, given it took 14 years to build, is understandable!
Another thing I love about landing in Sydney is the palpable sense of excitement that sweeps through the cabin. Many of the passengers are coming to reunite with long lost family or in some cases, unite with family they’ve never met, which probably explains the reason I’ve witnessed more tears and hugs in that terminal than anywhere else in the world.
Today, I got to see the Opera House from another vantage point; the water. Sailing past the stark white million plus roof tiles, with the sun glinting, I forgot how jetlagged I am.
Thank you to all who read, followed and liked Miss McGarr’s Diary. I started posting two years ago and have been amazed at the response to my diaries from life in 1989 and 1990.
Posting daily has been a labour of love and as most of you know, seriously time consuming so my blog will now focus on other writing projects.
Wishing you all a Happy New Year and again, THANK YOU!