The Scottish summer, like a savoury snack in Scone Spy’s kitchen, doesn’t last long. So, when I awoke to a beautiful blue, cloudless sky recently, I decided to take full advantage.
Our café critic has travelled the country in search of the perfect scone…
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It’s only after you grow up and face a life of responsibility that you realise how carefree and innocent your childhood was.Simple pleasures like building sandcastles, riding a bike and flying a kite brought so much joy.
I often feel there are too many choices in life – especially when it comes to deciding on where to eat.
As the old adage says: Time is of the essence. But not today. The hands on the huge clock on the wall seem to be standing still.
You’re never off duty in this scone-scoffing game.
You get about as a Scone Spy, with borders no boundary to scoffing. So, appetite for baking at the ready – and let’s be honest, when isn’t it? – I was on a cross-border mission following up on a tip-off.
There’s nothing quite like sipping a hot coffee in front of a roaring fire. But when you’re doing it sitting on a couch that’s been made from the bonnet of a car, well that’s something else entirely.
With spring in the air, my garden has become home to a range of beautiful flying insects – and what a delight it has been to see them buzzing between each newly bloomed flower.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever. The words of John Keats jump immediately to mind. We are gazing at a 20ft rhododendron tree, studded with the most vivid red flowers we have ever seen.
Describing Sunday as “the day of rest” has always seemed a little funny to me – after all, there’s usually so much to get organised before the start of another week.
It’s always nice to catch up with an old friend, don’t you think?