hogmanay

Now that the pooch is back in his native homeland, my regular weekend jaunts over the Channel are wrapping up also – and it means instead spending some time checking out some of the UK’s highlands and lowlands. To see out the year, I forced my tiny little shitbox of a car to drive from one end of the country to the other, to a remote B & B tucked away in the Scottish highlands.

It was run by an utterly charming elderly couple (with a resident dog, who taught my dog how to use a dog door and I never saw the end of it for about 4 days).

And the water, my god the water. My flat, limp, calcium ridden hair came back to life with incredible force after its first wash in something that hadn’t spent the last few decades filtering through chalk.