The very northwest of Scotland is a place I want to be, always. Travelling there is fun, leaving is terrible.
The coach and four bound for Hull winds its way along a ribbon of stone and dirt. Not long departed
It’s a baking hot day and our street is buzzing with people, kids, cars and trucks all rushing by. Mum
‘Wonderful view eh,’ said the old man who had appeared behind me. He must have walked up quietly as I
“Mum there’s a bloke outside rolling about on the floor I think he’s drunk” “It’s that bloody pub again three
I guess owning dogs is like most things, you can always learn something new. We already had a very quiet