AS Ellie bent to pick up an old trainer laying half buried in a pile of seaweed, she screamed. “Aargh, there’s a leg attached to this!” For a moment she thought she’d stumbled across a gruesome crime

I stood by the kitchen window; phone pressed to my ear. Outside, frost shimmered across the lawn, and the weak winter sun filtered through the trees. “So, what do you think?” I said to Phoebe. “A post

WHEN Linda Cracknell organised a special Christmas present for her mum, Jennifer, she could never have imagined the years-long adventure it was to inspire. The gift was a sailing trip on a historic sm

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

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