Happy Spring! Even in the far north of Scotland there are signs of spring everywhere; buds forming, birdie-love rampant in the bushes and trees, the first tiny lamb sightings, and the eagerly-awaited longer daylight hours. It’s still chilly and until… Continue Reading
I’d like to introduce you to our neighbor, Dinah, who I mentioned in my article entitled ‘Come By For Coffee’ a few months ago. A lifelong resident of the village, she has lived in the house next door to ours… Continue Reading
Guess what? I have discovered a Fountain of Youth, of sorts. I have had to re-learn how to drive, UK-style. You might think, “What’s the big deal, Deb? Drive on the other side of the road, sitting on the other… Continue Reading
I’m writing to you during our first big autumn gale. To give you an idea of how the day began, this morning I had to run around in my pajamas chasing a rogue compost bin (empty) which was bouncing around… Continue Reading
Building friendships can be difficult in a small village where families go back generations and nearly everyone is related. Unless you were born here, or at least somewhere in the Highlands, you will forever be “an incomer.” Which isn’t to… Continue Reading
A while ago my husband and I noticed that our oven/stove combo (called a “cooker” here) was starting to fail. One side of anything that went into the oven would be burnt nearly to a crisp, while the other side… Continue Reading
What kind of on-the-scene Highland observer would I be if I didn’t share our Highland Games with you? It is, after all, Games Day tomorrow as I write this article. It’ll be a day of the hammer throw, the caber… Continue Reading
I have a confession: I am a Royal Naval Lifeboat Institution (“RNLI”) Geek. Maybe even a little bit of a Lifeboat Groupie. I love the Lifeboat for lots of reasons but honestly in large part it’s because the Lifeboat is… Continue Reading
Unbelievably, in a few days it will be seven years since I first came to this coastal Highland village. My “old life” back in the States almost seems like it belonged to someone else; here, in a place where families… Continue Reading
When I was about to move to Scotland someone asked innocently, “Are you going to have to learn to speak Scottish?” I blinked a bit at that, and the next question was, “Did I just say something really dumb?” We… Continue Reading
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