
I almost missed my first proper Sunday roast in Scotland because of a sign in a restaurant window. Or maybe the sign is exactly what started it. I was walking through town when I spotted a wooden easel outside the restaurant advertising Sunday roast reservations. Not just “Sunday lunch,” but a real roast —…

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 else to be and…