Spring 2025: 10 Good Things

Hobart in spring. A person with an umbrella walks under pink blossom covered treesBack in August, I wrote a post setting out my plan for how to use this blog over the next year or two. In the absence of other things to write about, I’ll aim for a seasonal post celebrating ten good things that have happened in our lives.

Spring has been very busy for all of us, with some lows as well as some highs – but the point of this series is to focus on the highs, so let’s do that.

1. Visitors from Scotland: in September my dad and stepmum made the long, long journey over from Scotland to visit us. They’d visited once before just after we moved, and honestly, I wasn’t expecting a repeat trip knowing how big the undertaking is. So it was a lovely surprise when they said they were coming again!

Determined to make the most of it, we packed more into 18 days than we’d usually do in a year – meals out, walks, museums, vineyards, beaches, wildlife, and of course every kind of weather – often in the space of a few hours. Continue reading

Winter 2025: 10 Joyful Things

This poor old blog.

When I first started writing DorkyMum back in 2011, I posted on it three or four times a week. Then, as life became busier, that became three or four times a month, Now, a decade and a half on, it’s lucky if it sees some action three times a year.

Blogging in the early days had a real sense of community. There are children all over the UK who I feel like I know, even though I’ve never met them. Us ‘mum bloggers’ commented regularly on each other’s posts. We subscribed, we shared, we compiled blog rolls and linkys, and then once or twice a year we gathered for champagne and selfies at conferences and award ceremonies.

There is very little of that left now. A few people have hung on and worked hard on their post-parenting niche – vegan recipes, kids counselling and life coaching, photography, arts and crafts – but most folk have abandoned their blogs entirely. There are certainly not many of us still sharing the mundane, everyday stories of our lives.

For me – as for all of those other bloggers – there are good reasons for that. Many of us wrote as a creative outlet when our kids were very young. We churned out 800 words in nap time, or wrote on our phones in the café at soft play. Now we now have full or part-time jobs, less time to spare, and kids who are teens not toddlers. Quite understandably, not many of those teens are comfortable with every detail of their lives being shared.

There’s also the fact that social media has nibbled away at many of the things I used to post here. Before it became ‘Stories from an Island Home’ my tagline used to be ‘parenting, politics, photography… and anything else that takes my fancy’.

These days, most of my parenting and family news goes on Facebook, my photos go on Instagram, and my political grumbles go on Bluesky (or across the dinner table at DorkyDad). That doesn’t leave much for the blog, which is why over the last few years it has mainly been about holidays and medical emergencies.

Like my paper desk diary, my handwritten to-do lists, and my clunky old iPhone that still has a home button, I’m not yet willing to give it up. Having an online space that is only mine – with no deadlines or word counts, is a precious thing.

But I would like to make better use of it, and I’ve been thinking about how to do that. Continue reading

It’s the end of the year as we know it… and I feel fine.

Well now.

The out-of-office response is on. The school year is finished. The Christmas tree is decorated. And I have no plans for the next fortnight beyond dog walks, naps, and an obscene number of those delicious little gingery things with jam in the middle and a crispy dark chocolate coating.

How marvellous. And just in the nick of time, honestly.

Every year, around early November, I find myself feeling a bit… well… crabbier than usual. Despite the fact this has happened every year for the last ten years, it always takes me by surprise, and I spend several weeks trying to work out what’s going on.

Is it the long, looming list of things I need to get done before Christmas? Is it tension from constantly hunching up against the winter cold and the spring wind and rain? Do I need to tweak my supplements, and bump up the Vitamin D for a few weeks?

And then, as always, it dawns on me. I’m tired. Just a bit tired.

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DorkySon Takes Flight

A teenage boy sits at the controls of a Cessna above Tasmania

DorkySon is learning to fly.

I don’t mean in the metaphorical sense that people so often use to describe teenagers – becoming more independent, testing boundaries, working towards personal dreams – although I suppose these things are also true.

I mean that every second Saturday, weather permitting, we drive him to a small aerodrome a few kilometres east of Hobart, where he sits at the controls of a Cessna 172 and learns how to keep it in the air.

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The one where it doesn’t quite go to plan

Sometimes when it comes to writing a blog post, I don’t quite know where to start. When that’s the case, there’s only one thing to do. Begin at the beginning. So here we go.

Earlier this month, I dropped DorkyDad at Hobart Airport. He was heading off on his first solo travels in a long time: three weeks in North America, starting in Georgia and ending in Toronto, with a further five stops to see family and friends along the way.

It wasn’t a long goodbye. We hugged hard, mindful of the lane attendants and their zealous clock-watching.

“See you in 22 days,” I said.

“See you in 22 days and 16 flights,” he laughed. “Love you.”  Continue reading