This is the year that I turn 30. As the countdown to the New Year and new decade began in the pub Chris and I packed ourselves into at 11.30pm on December 31, I didn’t feel sad or upset at the number. I felt excited, like this coming year will begin a new chapter in…
Some people don’t understand why I enjoy going on holiday with my parents. Perhaps they find the idea strange, this 27-year-old excitedly packing for a week in the sunshine. Maybe it is a bit odd that I look forward to 11am beers by the pool with my Dad, enjoying piri-piri chicken overlooking the sea with…
The road to Tayvallich likes to deceive those it carries. The single track road, with scalloped edges for passing places, lifts high and carries to low to sea level. Loch Sween sparkles as close to the edge of the tyres as it dares, then it pulls away and you twist through trees and hedges full…
A couple of days after Christmas, when the presents had been opened, prosecco doused with Edinburgh Gin and the turkey and all it’s leftovers consumed, Chris and I went to Edinburgh. We had run out of time to go to the market as we usually do each year before the 25th, when arguably it is…