It's arrived. Footseps: A Boys Journey From a Highland Hotel has arrivedAVAILABLE HERE: Amazon.ca Amazon.co.uk A Life Altering Bond ...The scent of roses filled the room—a large four-poster bed with a canopy occupied one corner.Are we sleeping in the same bed?I savoured the luxurious warmth: an antique wardrobe, twindressing tables, brocade chairs, and a brass…
The Road to Aberfeldy
James left Killin behind, the roar of the Falls of Dochart fading as he made his way east. The night before, he had found shelter in a farm barn, the scent of hay and the quiet rustle of livestock keeping him company. Now, with the morning crisp and golden, he set out toward Aberfeldy, but not without a final pause at Fortingall.…
Welcome to My Corner of the World
Stories shape who we are. They hold memories, capture fleeting moments, and remind us of the places and people that have left their mark. Here, you'll find reflections on a life well-traveled—tales of small Scottish villages, bustling kitchens, seaside reveries, and unexpected encounters that linger long after the moment has passed. Some stories are drawn…
Clan MacNab and Innis Bhuidhe:
Killin is a village in Perthshire in the central Highlands of Scotland. Situated at the western head of Loch Tay. Killin has long been associated with Clan MacNab. The clan’s ancient burial ground is located on Innis Bhuidhe (the “Yellow Island”) in the River Dochart, just below the falls. This island is the final resting…
The Steamer’s Bell – A Fearnan Story
The road from Kenmore to Fearnan curved along the northern shore of Loch Tay, its waters dark and rippling beneath the looming peak of Ben Lawers. James MacGregor walked leisurely, the scent of damp earth and pine filling the air. Fearnan, a quiet crofters’ village, lay nestled between the loch and the hills, its whitewashed…
The Ink of Robert Burns – A Kenmore Story
Kenmore is a picturesque village situated at the northeastern tip of Loch Tay in Perthshire, Scotland, positioned on the River Tay where it flows out of the loch. The mist clung low over Loch Tay as James MacGregor stepped off the ferry, his boots crunching on the damp shore. Kenmore, nestled at the eastern tip of the loch, was quiet…
Stories & Musings of a Scottish Writer 