A drive through the Scottish Borders
It was a day of green, blue, and white. And green, and green, and green...
26 May 2009
It was a day of green, blue, and white. And green, and green, and green...Popular Posts
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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... -
The cold and damp have crept in and are hugging the world around Edinburgh. With the rain lashing and the last of the leaves clinging precar... -
Driving in the northwest of Scotland toward Ullapool, we descended into this valley. I could only think of my friends who ride motorcycles, ... -
Since moving to Scotland my favourite cookery writer has been Sue Larwence. What I love most about her books is how she doesn’t just share r... -
For thousands of years, a snake-like inlet has allowed the sea to dig away at one side of a limestone cliff, while a burn has licked throug... -
My weather-beaten 2004 copy of A Rough Guide to Scotland describes the exterior of Paisley Abbey as “an unattractive, fat grey façade.” I c... -
There is something important you need to remember when you visit Traquair House . It is this: You can reset your nose by sniffing your ski... -
Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are: Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be until Grea... -
Three men wearing flat caps climb into a wooden skiff and begin to row away from the shore. As each man rows, the oars rise from the water a... -
I didn’t think I would love it so much, the hoot of the engine cutting through the quiet morning haze, followed by the low chug-chug as the ...