True, utter, wholesome joy to finish writing a song which was only a poem for months and months in my diary.

The start of the summer solstice:

I have been lucky to play in a wonderful duo for most of my shows this year. Tomorrow, I’ll play a solo set in support of @ProjectSmok_ and valtosband and I’m feeling inspired at the challenge of adapting my songs back into the format of how I first wrote them 💙

If you can listen to Bonnie Rait’s song about about being reunited with her son’s beating heart, when she meets the man who was donated it, without greetin’… open.spotify.com/track/4yYi79a3…

What a beautiful moment. True compassion! Folk holding the man up through is struggles and helping him over the finish line. Lewis Capaldi your people are waiting for you when your good and ready! Much peace bro!! 🙏🏻❤️

So delighted. Thank you The SAY Award ❤️

hey sorry i can’t make it tonight i’m hanging out disrespectfully with women in unstable places from my wild recent past

Whole car greetin’ on the way home to the airport listening to ‘Natural Disaster’ by Josie Duncan! 🫶

So excited for this one! 🫶

I can’t finish Shuggie Bain because then I can’t read it any more

Tune into BBC Radio Scotland tonight for Travelling Folk where you'll hear my live set from Rudolstadt festival in Summer. With me are the fabulous Heather Cartwright and Andrew Waite. Listen from 9pm here: bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/li…

This week on Travelling Folk, we've got a concert set from Beth Malcolm live from Rudolstadt-Festival, featuring Heather Cartwright on guitar and Andrew Waite on accordion. ✨ Listen in 👇 bbc.in/3R20Ugj

My daughter is in her jammies, teaching herself a wee tune on the piano - looping over and over again til she gets it. I’m in the kitchen having a moment at the loveliness of a Saturday morning. And already missing her, years before she leaves here to make her own home.

One of funniest things I’ve ever heard was a girl explaining the difference between Glasgow & London. She’d moved to London, was dressing boldly, and no one batted an eyelid. She wore a beret in Glasgow and within 2 mins someone leaned out a passing car and shouted “BONJOUR!”

no he was 3 boyfriends ago, my great great boyfriend

Blue tit singing on a cold early morning you can see its song in the air