It’s raining. Properly raining. The lovely, dedicated audience, including the occasional otter, are huddling under a gazebo in the yard of Stirling’s Old Town Jail,…

Welcome to the Kingdom of Fife! On occasion, a place of haar and tragic mystery, as we heard last night. Today it may not quite be…

We’re moving into what’s often described as the heartland of Scotland. Clouds moving across what Andy called ‘big skies,’ sun and shadow, patches of green and…

I rejoin the tour after a couple of days, and, stepping off a busy commuter train into early evening sunshine, I feel glad to be back…

We leave Inverness early, the place names growing spikier and Viking-ier as we move northwards, the stone buildings greyer and sharper. Stopping for a caffeine and…