A postcard from… snowy Edinburgh

Hello! Me again, long time no see… I haven’t been showing up much lately on social media or on the blog in these first weeks of 2018 (why? Well, I’ve found that the less online time the less stress I have, so I’m just embracing the offline. Or real life, some might say!). But —Continue reading “A postcard from… snowy Edinburgh”

Driving home for… the Christmas tree and a wintery walk

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 atContinue reading “Driving home for… the Christmas tree and a wintery walk”

An early autumn escape (and 3 walks) in pretty Perthshire

I’m in love with autumn in Scotland — it’s like a childhood sweetheart I’ll never shake. Watching the leaves fall, mimicking the snowflakes that will come later, seemingly from the heavens. The soft switching of the colours, so hard to spot until the trees and hills are full-blown brown. The movement of the wildlife, theContinue reading “An early autumn escape (and 3 walks) in pretty Perthshire”

Finding fairytales at Preston Mill, East Lothian

As I write, looking out the window of our flat towards Arthur’s Seat, here or there a pioneering tree shouts its last of the season in yellow ochre. The dormant volcano’s rump is going from green to purple, the outcome of that colour wash the inevitable dull brown of deep winter. I wonder how manyContinue reading “Finding fairytales at Preston Mill, East Lothian”

Away with the birds: A trip to Bass Rock

The sea holds something special for me. Growing up a stone’s throw from the River Clyde and holidaying on Highland shores meant that the tide and its creatures were backdrops to my childhood. Since moving to Scotland’s capital Edinburgh in my mid-twenties, the sea — although close — has seemed just out my reach… UntilContinue reading “Away with the birds: A trip to Bass Rock”

Four ways to feel like a local in North London

It was a bank holiday, there was a heatwave, and we were heading south. Last weekend — for a mere 48 hours — we waltzed about London, the UK’s buzzing multicultural capital. It had literally been half a decade since my last visit and (to be honest) I was a bit petrified. I’m a lassContinue reading “Four ways to feel like a local in North London”

Exploring Edinburgh: A blossom walking tour

When spring explodes in Edinburgh — in a patchwork blanket of bright colour, little leaves unfurling like party poppers — it always feels brand new (to me, at least). I can never recall this season in Scotland’s capital as vivid as it appears to my tired, winter-dulled eyes. When you have an afternoon to yourselfContinue reading “Exploring Edinburgh: A blossom walking tour”

Short and sweet: Sundays at Söderberg

Ever since B’s car broke down a few weekends ago, we’ve been like birds with clipped wings. No more weekend migrations to the coast or the Highlands; no last-minute road trips back west to see my family; we’ve even started getting our shopping delivered (this feels a little lazy and too twenty-first century to me).Continue reading “Short and sweet: Sundays at Söderberg”

History and home goals at Sandford House, Fife

There are many things to love about Scotland but one that I always return to is its sense of mystery. No matter how many times you’ve walked the same road, lived in one place or seen the same landscape, there’s always something to discover. Peel back the modern façades, brand-new brickwork or soulless tarmac andContinue reading “History and home goals at Sandford House, Fife”

Exploring Edinburgh: Grassmarket at night

Wandering around a city’s streets at night is never something I’m prone to do, unless I’m stumbling out of a pub (which happens about twice a year…) or I’m wandering home from work in the depths of winter. And so it was that a few Fridays ago — as the dark fell early yet again onContinue reading “Exploring Edinburgh: Grassmarket at night”