Posts Tagged: Highlands

The Highlands’ dark secrets, plus theatre, and ounces?

The sobering History of the Highlands and Slavery It’s a while since I’ve swum in Loch Dochfour, but when I do, I always pause mid-stroke and take in the beauty of Dochfour House, that orange-ochre coloured Italianate mansion sitting amid formal gardens on the north shore of the loch. It’s a house that speaks of… Read more »

The hunt for Nessie is over!

The search is over. Nessie has been found! Regular readers will know I’m fond of dunking myself into lochs around the north of Scotland. Back in the good old days we used to call it swimming – it now seems to have attracted the tag ‘wild’. But whatever we call it, I like getting cold… Read more »

Through the eyes of others

Holiday friends, with benefits. This week, good friends from Manchester have come to stay. In more normal times this would hardly be news, but it’s the first time since last March that anyone other than our immediate family has spent the night, and it’s the first time we’ve welcomed these friends to the Highlands. In… Read more »

Charles Kennedy: Our loss.

If you’ve not yet watched BBC ALBA’s hour-long documentary about Charles Kennedy, can I suggest you add it to your TV watch-list? ‘Charles Kennedy, A Good Man Speaking’ profiles the late Highland MP from his upbringing in the family croft at the foot of Ben Nevis, through to his burial in its shadow five years… Read more »

Highland holidays, please!

We’ve worn furrows in the pavements all around Inverness and explored every path, woodland, loch, and beach within 15-miles of the city.

Swim!

I’m just back from a swim with my sister. In all honesty, even though I can hardly yet feel my legs from just below the knee, this is the most alive I have felt in months. But while we might class today’s early morning adventure as swimming, we barely swam a stroke. What we did… Read more »

Celebrating our first Vanniversary.

While the world and their partners were getting loved up and soppy last weekend, Mr Marr and I had celebrations of our own to get busy with. We didn’t ditch St Valentine completely – cards were, after all, exchanged – but far more exciting was that last weekend was our first ‘Vanniversary’ – a whole… Read more »

Yes please to Tourist Tax and for Motorhomes too!

I’m writing this in our motorhome on the shores of a wee Highland loch. Mr Marr and I stayed here last night – blissfully we had the place to ourselves. It was a low-key evening, just as we liked it. Arriving late yesterday afternoon, we lit a fire in a well-used ring of stones by… Read more »

The joyous smell of fresh paint…

At the opening of any new building the overwhelming smell is usually one of fresh paint. It fades in time, but at Inverness Creative Academy I expect the smell of new paint will linger, for decades perhaps. Just four years after the social enterprise Wasps (it stands for Workshop and Artists Studio Provision Scotland) acquired… Read more »

Motorhome life is magic…

Last autumn Mr Marr and I got an offer we couldn’t refuse; the chance to drive a motorhome around the north of Scotland. Motorhome life was something we thought we might try after we had retired, and this would give us a taster. We blanked a long weekend out of our diaries and got the… Read more »