A long weekend in leafy Perthshire

There are some spots in Scotland that, to me at least, seem seasonal. The iced Fife hills, sprinkled with sheep, are my end of winter. The secret gardens of East Lothian, blooming in rainbows, are where I spent my spring weekends. The rockpooled coasts of the west, with their white sands and clear tides, are our Julys. And then there’s Perthshire, a region I would … Continue reading A long weekend in leafy Perthshire

A new project: Exploring the relationship between Scotland and social media

‘It’s remarkable how, in just a few hundred years, the way we see the Highlands can change entirely…’ ‘Today we walk through them, cycle over them, climb them, explore them — and photograph them, over and over again. This landscape no longer repels people with its harsh, unknowable obscurity. Instead it attracts them in their millions from all over the world’ — from Scotland From The … Continue reading A new project: Exploring the relationship between Scotland and social media

A postcard from… Inverness and the Black Isle

Exploring like the locals It’s been over a year since we were last in the Highland capital. My partner and I fell in love there, so the city and its surroundings are like a planet we orbit around, its emotional pull growing with each return visit. Last holiday weekend we were there to visit his family — and got extremely lucky with the weather! Here’s how we … Continue reading A postcard from… Inverness and the Black Isle

A postcard from… Aberdeen Jazz Festival

Advertisement | This post is sponsored by VisitAberdeenshire and Aberdeen Festivals. That day at work, I was talking to my colleagues about New Orleans. I’d recently watched a few films about Louisiana, and — in a very suburban twist, for me at least — had begun sinking into jazz playlists on Saturday mornings whilst I baked, so daydreaming about a trip to the southern state was … Continue reading A postcard from… Aberdeen Jazz Festival

Life in Fife: A walk to mark the weekend

A quick blog based on yesterday’s evening stroll and the notes I took afterwards in a journal, scrawled vertically whilst lying in bed before midnight. The sky was hazy, like viewing it through condensation on glass. ‘Walk?’ B messaged me. We hadn’t done this yet, but this notion we had before we moved to Fife was that we’d spend summer nights up the hill behind … Continue reading Life in Fife: A walk to mark the weekend