Well hello there mid-February, daffodils and ever-so-slightly extended daylight! I was packing up boxes and leaving my pretty flat, mice and single-glazed windows behind the last time I wrote. It was just before Christmas and I was stressed, overworked, temporarily homeless and coming down with a pretty nasty cold. It was time for hibernation. No writing, but lots of reading. Less social media, but lots…
When I first stepped inside this old tenement on Dalmeny Street, it wasn’t the flat I imagined it to be. To begin with, it wasn’t even the property advertised by the letting agency – they’d uploaded pictures of an entirely different flat. Then there was the filth that coated every surface, from the corduroy sofa to the greasy kitchen: it was wholly unloved. The others…
Birthdays are the best. This year I went back to my roots and celebrated with a classic garage party in my hometown, topped off with some of Mum’s homemade raspberry and caramel cake and a trip to see Fantastic Beasts. I wrapped it all up on my actual birthday with a candlelit dinner with my ‘magnifique’ boyfriend and a zombie cocktail, of course. The garage…
Scottish holidays are hands down my favourite kind of adventure. This particular trip was the first road trip where I was behind the wheel, and I loved it! Driving from Edinburgh to Oban via The Green Welly, we got the ferry to Craignure to begin our three-night adventure on this gorgeous Hebridean island. We captured some of the magic in a wee homemade video which…
Octopus didn’t taste nearly as bad as I thought it would, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to eat all of Erin’s goat cheese and apple as we sat at a rickety table in old Faro. Seafood-lovers will feel right at home in the Algarve, but it’s the secluded beaches and charming rooftops that I loved the most. Faro was an…
Growing up with a mother who always had binoculars and an ornithology book in the glove compartment, I’ve been lucky enough to spot lots of Scottish birdlife on one adventure or another. I remember shouting ‘buzzard!’ like other kids would scream ‘yellow car!” and hit whoever was unlucky enough to be sitting next to them. There was one bird I had never been able to…
