Bute
A Comment on Travel Articles
A couple of examples over the last week highlighted some of the problems travel writing faces in a world where anyone who’s connected to the internet can pass themselves off as an expert. […]
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Portugal
Cycling, what is it good for?
I like the thought of cycling that involves effortless pedalling along flat country lanes passing rows of vines, or alongside a gently rolling river, the warm sun kissing my face; a soft breeze caressing glowing skin; a bottle of wine, loaf of fresh bread, and a round of cheese in the wicker basket… […]
Europe
A tasty tour of Scotland’s finest food
Scotland is a country blessed with a natural larder overflowing with the sort of produce which should have gourmets slevering at the mouth. On a mini tour of Scotland we enjoyed as good and varied food as we’ve eaten in many a European country […]
Bute
Proud to Hail From the Isle of Bute
Over the years I woke up to how privileged I’d been to grow up in such a special location as a tiny island with shortbread tin looks which straddled the lowlands and the Highlands. Now I look on Bute with a mix of pride and sadness. […]
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A Scottish Tablet Awakening with Mrs Tilly’s
Before Jack first took me up to Scotland some 20 years ago, long before the digital revolution, the only tablet I was familiar with was the kind taken in pairs with a glass of water when I could feel a migraine coming on… […]
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Rediscovering Rothesay and the Island of Bute in Scotland
Bute is an island with a history that’s as rich as a Tunnock’s tea cake but that’s for another blog, this is more a whistle stop tour of some of my favourite places. […]
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The Scary Rothesay Lade and why Alcohol is Good
When I was growing up the Rothesay Lade scared the hell out of me. To look at it you might wonder why a narrow channel of murky water running from Loch Fad… […]
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A Pee and a Pic in Bute’s Victorian Toilets
The Victorian Toilets are one of the first things you’ll see after stepping off the ferry at Rothesay on the Isle of Bute. Years ago, when I was growing up on… […]