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BACK in the days when a tankful of petrol cost as much as we pay for a coffee today, our sunny Sunday afternoon treat was a drive out. If we weren’t aiming for the beach, our route took us north to th

The lure of Scotland is irresistible to many campervanners but the driving distance can be a challenge depending on where you start from and the time you have. We travel from North Yorkshire and, rela

In the Scottish village of Kenmore, the mellow glow of Loch Tay draws visitors into a world of castles and crannogs, amid autumn’s beauty in a towering forest

We had thought that our Munro-bagging days were over, in spite of only ever having managed to bag a dozen of the 282 total in more than 30 years of hill walking. However, our son had bought me a guide

WHEN the Campbell laird Sir Duncan planted part of his estate on Drummond Hill with oak, birch and Scots pines, it came with a serious warning. Anyone who was caught damaging the trees would face a fi

“ I met Charles Dickens today, except he had clearly been so busy working on The Mystery of Edwin Drood that he had fallen asleep, so I didn’t get to speak to him!” I laughingly proclaimed to Ro when