How much freedom did you have as kids? I remember running about fields, climbing about rocks and fallen trees in steep glens, guddling in burns and hiding in woods. Only I’d kind of disregarded it as a foreign land or a distortion of my wishful imagination. Then, this week, Supersister and I took our Walking […]
Mull – a little island delight
Things I learned from our trip to Mull. When the sun shines in Scotland it’s heavenly. Really. At risk of going all purple, it makes your soul sing and you forgive it the months of grey misery. Kippers are delicious, but quite a lot of work. Breakfast in the Western Isles Hotel naturally featured Loch […]
I Know Where I’m Going, but I don’t know why
Here I am in the Western Isles Hotel just above the colourful harbour front at Tobermory. The Panther and Boy Three are snoozing and I’m enjoying the quiet. I’m also trying to solve a mystery. It’s the kind of mystery that would do Agatha Christie proud. There’s a rambling old building, a lounge with over-stuffed […]
The mysterious tribes of Scotland
Yesterday morning when I dressed the Third Boy, I made a decision. I rejected his cute new t-shirt – Disney’s Pluto on a green and white striped background – in favour of a nondescript multi-coloured affair. Why? Because we were off to the centre of Paisley on a Saturday morning. So what? You may well […]