Cottarton Cottage

The contents of the baskets are mushrooms, not any old mushrooms. These orange and blue caps that emit an orange milk when bruised are so sp...

I’ve been asked how we live off our vegetables with three feet of snow covering our garden. We dig for them. When Amber needed carrots to ro...

Cottarton is mythological --- something we knew when we settled here, reinforced one morning when looking out on our driveway I found a larg...

Last night the world never got dark. Yes, I mean last night, December 31, Hogmany as it’s known over here, what should be almost the longest...

There’s something almost religious about building on an upstairs room to a house, especially if you undertake the project soon after leaving...

When people think of the Scottish countryside, they usually think of sheep; masses of them crawling like tufts of cotton wool over grassy me...

Returning from Scone last weekend, after being two days with mum, Amber and I expected a leisurely train ride back to Huntly. Arriving at Pe...