A Life in the Making

   

Last night, I walked home from the train station with an enormous skip in my step and small tears in my eyes.  Silly probably.  The magic that is a smart phone meant that as I was wrangling the two kiddos off the train, an email popped into my phone informing me the above photo is going to be in...

As the dark starts rolling in this time of year, light in the evenings becomes a scarcity.  The transition between the light and dark is such a stark change, it always leaves me grumpy and out of whack.  In fact, it is my least favourite thing about Scotland...but we aren't there yet.  And after ...

Saturday dawned and as the bright autumnal light shone over piles of washing, filthy floors, dishes stacked haphazardly in the sink and a strange smell wafting through the house, we knew there was only one thing to be done... ...pack up the car and head to St Andrews for the day. Having been ju...

A few weeks ago as I walked into town, it was sweltering. I was sweating.  The sun was beating down on us. Ellis complained he was too hot.  The temperature at the time..66F Needless to say, we're not having a promising summer thus far. Its cold.  Its wet.  Its Scotland.  One certainly doesn't mo...

With the day stretching in front of us and motorised transport at our disposal, we did what we always do...head to the sea. And like most days in Scotland, the rain threatened our excursion. But like most people who choose to live in these wet climes, we persevered (with a cake stop to wait out...