For it is Scottish blood within my veins – travel diary

“I feel a sort of reverence in going over these scenes in this most beautiful country, which I am proud to call my own, where there was such devoted loyalty to the family of my ancestors – for Stuart blood is in my veins.” Queen Victoria, journal entry in 1873 It's been a few years… Continue reading For it is Scottish blood within my veins – travel diary

The magic of the good old days

There was no shade from the hot sun, with the exception of the occasional clouds (dark and threatening) that blew between us and the solar body who lights up our days. The forecast had been predicting all day of “scattered thunderstorms” and we joked while plucking blueberries from the bushes, that a little rain right… Continue reading The magic of the good old days