This might be the closest to insta-blogging I’ve ever come (can we make this a thing?). Returning to the west coast last night in a blur of service stations and neighbouring vehicles, the sun rose again on another beautiful May day this morning. We’d left Edinburgh behind and the constant pollution — both noise and traffic — had dissolved into quiet village life. I love … Continue reading A picnic at Ardmore Point, Helensburgh
At the short end of a cobbled lane, Riverhill Courtyard opened its doors during the cold March of 2014. The Riverhill ’empire’ — the deli in Helensburgh and well-known coffee bar on Glasgow‘s Gordon Street — has expanded from cosy to Courtyard. It’s continental, cosmopolitan, and definitely more city than quiet Argyll town. Peeled back to the beautiful terracotta bricks, the roof supported by duck-egg blue wooden ribs, the … Continue reading Lunching at Helensburgh’s Riverhill Courtyard
When it comes to the seasons, I’m like a flighty lover. Every time another one rolls around — whether that’s the depths of winter, or the height of the Scottish summer — I declare I’m in love. Autumn or spring is the only one for me; I adore the frosted leaves, or make eyes at the colourful buds appearing in the flowerbeds. Each one is … Continue reading Driving home for… the Christmas tree and a wintery walk
We don’t often get heatwaves in Scotland but when we do — boy, do we lose our shit. There are queues outside the local ice cream shops, even the most sallow skinned of us Scots end up burnt and most men in the vicinity are sporting ‘taps aff’ fashion (even though for us, a heatwave is about 18 degrees). You gotta love Scotland. Based in … Continue reading Three heatwave escapes near Loch Lomond
Today we celebrated Charlotte’s birthday. None of us are real ‘birthday’ people. We’re happier drinking tea over tequila; relaxing in a café as opposed to a club; tucking into a cake rather than a kebab. So, to commemorate Charlotte’s ageing in the nicest way, Zoe came up with the cake crawl.