Retro Dundee: A peek into the 60s, 70s and 80s

What the heck are clackers? Why are Lenin and Stalin staring down from this Scottish city’s town hall? Is that David Bowie? Continue reading “Retro Dundee: A peek into the 60s, 70s and 80s”

NEoN Digital Arts Festival: Dundee

“Oh my god it’s TALKING!” I squeaked as I beamed up at J. Before us a television lit up as strips of white flickered and flashed across its screen. The stripes were being picked up by a camera which was converting their width into soundwaves.

“Yeah I could tell when you figured it out,” J shouted over the din of the crowd exploring the NEoN Festival exhibition, “your face totally lit up”. Continue reading “NEoN Digital Arts Festival: Dundee”

Bike To Tentsmuir Forest

“Welcome to the working forest of Tentsmuir,” I read aloud as I skidded to a stop by the sign.

“What so the other forests are unemployed?” J retorted with a grin as she pulled over beside me.

My groan scattered the birds from the trees. Continue reading “Bike To Tentsmuir Forest”

Biking from Dundee to Abroath

It rained, oh it rained. But we were lucky. Up over the next hill, beside a lonely tree, a rainbow dashed across the sky. I broke into a shattered version of Somewhere Over the Rainbow as my bicycle gleefully broke through the puddles splattered across the trail.

“I’m playing puddle-dodger and you’re well… failing!” J piped up as I zigzag across the path.

No I’m succeeding! was all that was going through my mind. I’m hitting every target! Continue reading “Biking from Dundee to Abroath”

Biking from Dundee to Perth

We could see the sun. It blazed into our vision, urging us forward as we begged our legs for a few more steps and then a few more. We’d given up on riding to the top, our weary muscles sick of pedalling. The road levelled a touch. It was enough. I leapt on and pedalled for the light.

It broke away into a view that had me gasping… well more.

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Tips: Meeting People At A New Place

Below me Dundee sprawled. Its shops and tenements coursed down the hill to the waterfront like a stagnant lava flow. The bustling noise of over 147,800 residents wafted across the city—a symphony of lively urban sounds. I tried to pick out familiar sounds, like a music fan trying to pinpoint their favourite cellist or violinist in the parade of melodies. Was there a soccer match over the hill? A cultural dance through the alley? The chatter of a book club in the corner of this cafe? Where could I squeeze in, in this city? Continue reading “Tips: Meeting People At A New Place”