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They Blended In—Until They Didn’t
I Almost Didn’t See Them We were driving through the Highlands—just following the road as it curved through the landscape, not really looking for anything in particular. And then something shifted. Not obvious. Not dramatic. Just… enough to catch my attention. “Wait… there’s deer.” They matched everything around them—the color…
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The Loch Didn’t Just Reflect—It Revealed
I Didn’t See Just One Loch I saw them in pieces. From a moving car.From the side of the road.From a distance that made them feel still… even when I wasn’t. And each time, it looked a little different. Different lochs.Different reflections. And still… something about them felt connected. Like…
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I Wandered Around the Corner…and found Heilan Coos
Highland cows, something Scotland is well known for. Something on my bucket list to see while here. Only, I didn’t go looking for them. No plan. No pinned location. No “must-see” moment. I just walked around the corner. And there they were—laid out in the field like they had nowhere…
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Crock-O-Dough Dundee
The Creation of Mac Dough It started in a freezing cold kitchenon the fourth floor of a flat in Dundee,with the River Tay just outside like it had something to sayand I wasn’t quite sure yet if I was listening. I had always wanted to try making sourdough.It had been…
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And Then There Was Gingy…
GINGY THE GINGER BUG Bonjour, Bitches. Not everything begins quietly. Some things arrive with a presence. Gingy was one of those. She wasn’t born in Dundee like Mac Dough,in a cold kitchen where patience was required just to survive. No. Gingy was born in Tayport.In a warmer, better-equipped kitchen.The kind…
