The Red Petticoat
The kettle’s boiling. Good. Tea at the ready, always keep the kettle on. Who knows who might come by? Always someone wanting something up here. But not today. Please not today.
Category: Speyside
The Pineapple Groves of Speyside
Bounded by dark oak trees, washed with the mossy odour of a damp forest floor, were pineapples growing as casual as you’d like from the damp soil of Speyside.
The Gaugers
It’s a long time to Spring. It always seems to be the case round here. Just a few miles from the sunshine coast, but inland the fog lingers – rolling down the hills and filling up the valleys to meet the steam that rises from the stills.
The Cracked Barrel
I suppose long before the transaction and well before hindsight had a chance to kick in, I knew this wasn’t the best idea I’d ever had. But it fell into my lap…and I really didn’t feel as if I had much choice.