Not every creature lurking in Scotland’s dark waters is content to remain mysterious.
In the great halls of Fontainebleau and Amboise, and on the blood-soaked battlefields of the Hundred Years’ War, one group stood between France’s kings...
Imagine standing in a field in Angus, face to face with a stone slab carved more than a thousand years ago.
Ask two Scots which dram is finest and you’ll start an argument that lasts the night.
Every year on the last Tuesday of January, something extraordinary happens in Lerwick.
It looks, at first glance, like organised chaos. A kilted figure sprints across a field carrying what appears to be a telephone pole — a massive, tapered trunk of Scots pine that sways and wobbles with each stride. Then, in one explosive movement, they cup their hands underneath it, take three running steps, and heave […]
In 1651, Oliver Cromwell’s army had already swept through Scotland. Edinburgh had fallen, the nation’s records had been seized, and now England wanted something far more symbolic: the Honours of Scotland — the ancient crown, sceptre, and sword of state that had crowned Scottish monarchs for generations. The only thing standing between Cromwell and complete […]
Somewhere along the Moray Firth, in a small Scottish town most visitors drive straight past, a soup was born that would one day appear on royal menus...
Shortly after midnight on New Year’s Day, across Scotland, families pause. They wait. Not for a phone call or a message — but for a knock at the door.
On the twenty-fifth of January, in dining rooms from Dumfries to Dunedin, Scots across the world do something remarkable.