Rodel, Isle of Harris

Rodel, Isle of Harris

To me, the Isle of Harris was the place we went for our Easter holidays every year. We would go visiting, feed up on pancakes, gambol around the moors chasing sheep and long for the rain to stop so we could go to the beach. Now that I'm older - nothing has changed, with the exception of an appreciation of just how beautiful this island is.

For the Love of Bikes…and Brunch

For the Love of Bikes…and Brunch

One of my favourite places in the Highland Capital is Velocity Cafe and Bicycle Workshop. So I suggest you grab your thick rimmed glasses, pack your MacBook and pedal over to get yourself a hummus superfood salad with a flat white. Then, when you're finished, learn how to tweak your vintage city bike so you'll be cruising like a pro. A pro hipster that is.

Rait Castle: A Ruin with a Ghost

Rait Castle: A Ruin with a Ghost

Between Nairn and Cawdor lies a hidden ruin with its own tragic love story. History (well, lets face it - Google) tells us that in the 13th Century, the lands around Rait Castle - situated between Cawdor and Nairn - became the subject of a bitter feud between the Cummings and Mackintosh clans. The first structure had been built by the Mackintoshes, but seized by the Cummings in the late 1200s, and for over a century the dispute raged on.

Glamping by the Tay

Glamping by the Tay

Despite being a fairly outdoorsy person there is one thing in life I like to avoid as far as possible: Camping. Tents that are either freezing cold or boiling hot; trying to pack that tent into a bag that will never fit the same way again; squatting in the woods; gas stoves blowing out in the howling gale..... the list goes on. Basically? I don't like camping.