The little waterfall tumbles through woodland and down the hillside. In the branches above, colourful Tibetan-style prayer flags flap in the breeze.
Food and music are a classic combination and, while Scone Spy’s musical tastes can accurately be described as eclectic, my playlists will always include Mumford and Buns, Macaroon 5 and, my all-time favourite, Ian Brownie and The Scone Roses.
There’s nothing like a good walk for working up an appetite. And, boy, had it been a good walk.
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.
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.
Filled with diet fads, yoga athleisure wear and ageless nip-tucked celebs, the glamour of Hollywood is usually quite far from home – a fact my scone-sculpted figure finds quite comforting.
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 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.