A drive through the Scottish Borders
It was a day of green, blue, and white. And green, and green, and green...
26 May 2009
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We arrived at The Watermill bookstore in Aberfeldy just as it opened. The sun was glaring off the sheen of fresh rain and a chill hung in t... -
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The folks at the Ness store in Edinburgh have created a tartan canine out of boots. And I love him. -
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“For three billion years Scotland was on a collision course with England.” This is how Magnus Magnusson begins the first chapter in his bo... -
Forgive my lack of posts lately, but it is about to be a long, festival-filled summer. Things are gearing up for The Royal Edinburgh Milit...