She appears without warning — a pale figure in green, drifting through a first-floor chamber at Crathes Castle, often carrying what looks like an infant...
Tear the foil from a bottle of Laphroaig and within seconds, something ancient hits you. Smoke. Iodine. The cold Atlantic.
In 1858, a small Skye Terrier called Bobby followed a coffin through the cobbled streets of Edinburgh’s Old Town.
Every time a Scot calls a dinner plate an ashet , asks for a tassie of tea, or tells someone not to fash themselves, they are, without knowing it,...
Three words hang above the entrance of almost every pub, hotel, and village hall in Scotland.
If you carry the surname Fraser, Frasier, Frazier, or any of its many variants, you are connected to one of Scotland’s most storied and dramatic clan families. The Scottish surnames of Clan Fraser reach from the misty straths of Inverness-shire to the battlefields of Quebec, from the courtrooms of Ottawa to the commando beaches of […]
There is an old custom in the Scottish Highlands that has been quietly observed for centuries.
They had three days. Sometimes less. A constable at the door, a date scrawled on paper, and a world upended in a single morning.
In the late eighteenth century, a Dundee merchant made a terrible purchase. He bought a cargo of Seville oranges from a storm-damaged Spanish ship — dirt...
Picture this: a Norse raiding party, creeping barefoot through a Scottish night, trying to stay silent.