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The kilt in the glass case looks heavy, a sleeping pleated quilt. The mud that is crusted in large smears and droplets has faded to the hue ... -
It has been almost a year since I said goodbye to this blog and now my Scotsman and I are saying goodbye to Scotland as well. After much dis... -
With no time for a longer post today, I am going to indulge in two short updates. First, for those who live outside the UK, there is a Vis... -
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... -
“It’s not a potato scone, it’s a tattie scone!” my colleague exclaimed, the word “tattie” bouncing out on her Edinburgh accent without its T... -
Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are: Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be until Grea... -
I have been remiss in my blogging duties. Each day the amount of light stretches itself a little further and I hope this will bring me out o... -
Simple pleasure of the day: stopping by my favourite cheese shop on the way home and being the only customer. Normally there is a queue out... -
In Scotland it is easy to develop an almost obsessive adoration of the sun. Over the past few days we have experienced warmth that has felt ... -
Do you ever have adventures that at the time seem like a terrible punishment but somehow, days or weeks later, your mind romanticizes your m...