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It was one of those days that seemed to create itself moment by moment, like tracks being laid down before an approaching train. With the we... -
This is a pizza supper. Take a pizza. Fold it half. Plunge it into hot oil until maximum saturation is reached. If you dare, unfold the gre... -
Many years ago, when the idea of moving to Scotland was still lurking behind an penchant for Celtic music and British telly, I was an Englis... -
Walking along the street towards Melrose Abbey, you can see hints of it over the wall, glimpses of stone through the tree branches. To enter... -
Drive through the Scottish Borders this month and you will pass dozens of fields in which new lambs are jumping, running, butting heads with... -
Easter is the turning point on the Scottish tourism calendar. Around this time the clocks move forward and most of the historical properties... -
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... -
Perhaps I am a careless blogger. Perhaps I should be more vigilant in digging out facts, timelines and stories in order to recreate the live... -
Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are: Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be until Grea... -
Hello you. Welcome to the two year anniversary of this wee blog dedicated to the sensual pleasures of Scotland. For me it would not be a ...