Tales from a Wee Scottish Village

“We’re going home!” My dad’s voice boomed through the phone from 3,000 miles away.

“I thought England was home?” I said, my tremulous tone filled with surprise.

“It’s time to go back to Bonnie Scotland.”

And with that, my parents moved to a village deep in the heart of Robert Burns country, with a castle, a pub, a shop, a population of 239 and the wee cottage, built in 1740, that continues to capture the hearts of all who come to know it.

Pour yourself a cup of tea or a wee dram, curl up in your favourite spot and enjoy these tales from a wee Scottish village.