Haggis Chasing and Tartan Wearing

I was brought up in a teeny tiny little village in the North West of Scotland where I spent my childhood Highland Dancing on the pier and playing Kerby outside my house. There is no cinema – unless you count the infamous ‘Screen Machine’, which is basically a lorry which comes to the village every couple of months, parks up for 3 days and opens out into a 50-odd seated “cinema” showing the finest in 4 month old films which are probably already out on DVD. There are no clothes shops and there is no train station.

And I love it :-)

I left home 7 years ago to hit the bright lights of the city, but I do try to make the 4 hour journey back as much as possible – which isn’t too often due to this pesky little 9-5 I have that eats most of my time! The village is absolutely beautiful - cosied away in the hills on the edge of the loch, it really is my go-to place when I just need some time to step away from it all and relax with my family and old school friends.

Last weekend I got a full 3 days at home which were spent drinking endless cups of tea with parents, grandparents and in laws (you can read about my boyfriend’s Mum’s gorgeous cottage here), a run around the hills in gale force winds (it is Scotland afterall), steak and wine night with my Mum and her partner and of course I managed to fit in a wee 3am party…

Saturday’s lazy and hungover outfit consisted of an H&M jumpsuit covered with an H&M cosy jumper and Primark tartan scarf, worn with my trusty Supergas.