Archive - August 18, 2019

From Tantallon to Boreland: A Journey Through Scotland’s Heart

Tantallon Castle Tantallon Castle – The Beginning The wind off the Firth of Forth carried the salt of the North Sea as I stood among the red sandstone ruins of Tantallon Castle. Its walls, weathered by centuries of storms and sieges, seemed to whisper the names of Douglas lords who once...

Standing Where History Bled: My Journey to Glen Fruin

Arrival at Glen Fruin The road into Glen Fruin is quiet, winding through a valley that seems to hold its breath beneath the weight of centuries. The hills rise gently on either side, their slopes softened by autumn’s russet and gold. Heather clings stubbornly to the earth, and the air...