Across distant shores

WOULD you look at the man!” Maggie said. She wasn’t much to look at herself, being as black as sin from the coal dust. She’d just finished a shift at the colliery screens, picking lumps of coal out of

THE Janus Inn’s sign swung ominously in the gathering wind as Mairi and her bundle stood outside. Waiting for the coachman to appear, she looked towards the stout, ancient building, glad of the carous

Guess where we went last summer? A two-week tour that took in the UK’s first Dark Sky Park, as well as its largest forest, the world’s smallest post office, the First World War’s largest munitions fac

Guess where we went last summer? A two-week tour that took in the UK’s first Dark Sky Park, also its largest forest, the world’s smallest post office, the First World War’s largest munitions factory,

SISSIE sighed with relief as a wintry Oban came into view. Her Morris Minor was behaving, but it always felt good to complete the long drive from Glasgow. The sea was sparkling and the air frosty as t

It had started to become a little bit of a problem; having lived in Scotland for 15 years, we still hadn’t properly visited any of its islands. We had ventured onto Skye a couple of times, but it’s no