The signing of the National Covenant on February 28, 1638, was not merely a religious petition; it was a gauntlet thrown at the feet of the Stuart monarchy. To King Charles I, who viewed his...
Welcome, If your passport had feelings, it’d be tapping its photo page impatiently right about now. Whether you're chasing ancient echoes through misty glens, hunting down the perfect single malt, or just trying to remember which adapter works in this country—again—travel isn’t just a destination. It’s a dare. A whisper from the world saying, “Bet you haven’t seen this yet.” So… where will you go next?
Scotland is the best country in the world because it has the best motto in the world. Scotland did not go for Unity, Love, Peace or any of this kind of Rubbish.
To define the Scottish people the Motto in Latin is: Nemo Mae Impunay Lacessit.
Which translated into English is: I will not be provoked with Impunity.
Which translated into Scottish is: Its "Who you calling a cunt ya cunt
The signing of the National Covenant on February 28, 1638, was not merely a religious petition; it was a gauntlet thrown at the feet of the Stuart monarchy. To King Charles I, who viewed his...
The Day the Ink Ran Red: 1638 and the Birth of the Covenanters The National Covenant of 1638 was a stunning gesture of defiance and declaration of independence against the King In the long, mist...
20 February 1472
Shetland and Orkney formally become part of Scotland under an Act of Parliament, so settling the northern extent of the kingdom.
When I look across the long arc of British history, I’m struck by how rarely the monarchy has been forced to confront real accountability. For centuries, the Crown has existed in a space above...
A Valley Betrayed On 13 February 1692, a narrow Highland glen became the site of an act that would lodge itself in Scottish memory as both atrocity and allegory. Glen Coe’s steep slopes and river...
A Candle in Two Kingdoms: Writing on the Anniversary of Mary, Queen of Scots Every anniversary invites a particular kind of listening. Not the loud, modern kind—hot takes and hurried summaries—but...
How one parish entry moved my ancestor from legend into landscape—and tied her more clearly to the Buchanans of Gartincaber. For years, I carried my understanding of my 7th...
We slipped out of Kings House before first light, breath fogging in our headtorch beams while the glen held its breath. The river murmured behind the hotel and the pyramid of the Buachaille was just...