Guess What?! Is this entry book-related? Yes, sort of. But most importantly, it's a life-changing moment for me. I've finally achieved a decades-long dream of moving back to the UK! Those of you who follow me on social media will have seen posts about my new adventures in bonnie Scotland where we recently bought an historic 1832 stone schoolhouse. It's on the edge of the Cairngorms in a remote part of the highlands, and I sit outside my house each day staring at the braes in awe of their stunning beauty. This is the place my family are from. My grandfather was an Anderson and had that soft Scots burr that I find so beautiful. Mum went to boarding school here while her parents worked in Brasil, and she still has a visceral love of Scotland (bagpipes make her cry). She always shared stories of her life which I believe imprinted that love of Scotland onto me over the years. When I spent time here two summers ago, I was walking along Rosemarkie beach and turned a corner to a s...
Interesting I learned something new. I never new you could spin wool from a dog.
ReplyDeleteIt's a little trickier than sheep or goat, but such sentiment attached. I was once gifted bags and bags full of mohair from a local farm. When I spun it and sold the yarn, I named each skein after the goat it had come from :)
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