Will Vigar

a writer of sorts

A Psalm of Stone

Quite a long read this one, handily broken up into small sections. Research, discovery, spirituality, TV, poetry… it’s a mixed bag/experimental approach (for me anyway) Hope you enjoy it. A … Continue reading

May 1, 2021 · Leave a comment

Alderley Edge

I The Weirdstone of Brisingamen, Alan Garner’s 1960 novel has had me entirely in thrall for almost 50 years. It is a timeless tale of good versus evil, light versus … Continue reading

May 1, 2021 · Leave a comment

It’s Pissing Down On Rockall

Since I made the decision to take some time out from my PhD, I’ve not really felt much like writing. I’ve read a lot, but the stress of my recent … Continue reading

February 15, 2021 · Leave a comment

Selkie

1 Fríðr lived in a village by the sea with her husband and two children. She had many friends and was highly respected until her husband, a fisherman, was lost … Continue reading

November 12, 2020 · Leave a comment

Féach Thiar (Fastnet)

Steam driven exiles, ragged, beaten by absentee english, leave a tear far behind them – its paraffin eye scanning stony atlantic   tar ar ais tar ar ais It calls, … Continue reading

October 14, 2020 · Leave a comment

What It Means To Be English

A slightly bitter and ironic piece….

October 5, 2020 · Leave a comment

James VI vs The Metatron

The tiny island of Inchkeith, near Burntisland, off the east coast of Scotland  is home to a story where King James VI exiled a woman with her two infant sons … Continue reading

February 1, 2020 · Leave a comment

Bridge

Fat land, moss wadded, pushes against my feet, carrying me   to the bridge; held in the scent of warm brine and red fescue.   Swaddled by wind fingers, I … Continue reading

January 22, 2020 · Leave a comment

Dunnet Head (Fair Isle*)

In the tactile quiet, the whine of the nervous system drowns the black sea, north of Dunnet Head. A caged sound wash   on this fluid canvas – where aspic … Continue reading

November 23, 2019 · Leave a comment

Ullapool – Remembrance Sunday 2019 (Hebrides)

1 The sun absent; the moon a papercut. Hibernal lowery. An unexpected crunching woke me. Footsteps on gravel. A faint gruffling noise as something brushed against the chalet door; a … Continue reading

October 1, 2019 · Leave a comment