Browsing 31 posts tagged with scotland.

 
 

A Weekend Retreat To Inveraray

Every time I’ve driven past Loch Fyne Hotel and Spa, I’ve thought to myself I have to stay there. This weekend, Naomi and I spent three nights at Loch Fyne Hotel and Spa. We enjoyed good food, red wine, horror movies and a 90 minute massage. It was the most fun I’ve had in a long time and I’m a little disappointed to be back to reality!

 
 

Sunday in Stockbridge, Edinburgh

Sunday saw Kaitlin, Rab and I head to Stockbridge in Edinburgh. Stockbridge is fairly central yet feels like its own village. I’d love to live here, but property prices are sky high.

There’s a market that—even on a grey Sunday—was bustling with people and dogs. I had Steampunk coffee and drooled over the gyoza.

Afterwards we walked up Calton Hill. Despite being in Edinburgh a lot, I’ve never explored Calton Hill. It’s a hotspot for tourists because you have a view of the city.

10/10, would Edinburgh again.

 
 

150 Miles Of Scottish Scenery

Rab and I set our alarms for 5.30AM and met in Balloch at Loch Lomond. We waited at Luss for the sun to rise then proceeded to Glencoe, stopping off wherever the light or scenery felt right.

As a set these photos aren’t very cohesive, but it’s an accurate representation of the day. A peaceful sunrise with a hint of orange sky, followed by a washed out snowy, landscape, interspersed with strong gradients of the mountainous highlands. The light would change so suddenly, so dramatically.

As much as I love traveling (well, not the flying part), it’s fun, cheap and accessible to get outdoors in your own country and explore. Do it!

 
 

Storm Gertrude

I’m meant to be in Copenhagen, Denmark, but I’m in Glasgow, Scotland. Storm Gertrude messed that one up, so it’s safe to say we are not friends. Instead I awoke and drove towards Glencoe. Bad idea.

Mini Coopers aren’t designed for snow (I was skidding all over the road). As I turned to head back, I drove past another Mini in a ditch. I hope they are OK. Plenty of other cars had stop and were tending to them.

Needless to say, this weekend hasn’t turned out quite as planned! At least I still got to use my camera a bit.

 
 

Carolyn Baxter Bridal at Carlowrie Castle

Words can’t describe how proud I am of my sister. Carolyn is a dress designer, recently moving into the bridal industry and designing a range of 5 wedding dresses… all while raising a baby. My sister handmade these dresses from her shop in Broughton Street, Edinburgh.

Shooting in Carlowrie Castle last week was the first chance I had to see the dresses. Now, I’m not the most feminine of women—give me a pair of Nike leggings any day, but even I wanted to play dress up. Carolyn has done a beautiful job.

I’m so proud of my sister and envious of her talent. You can see the all of the dresses on Carolyn’s website.

 
 

Katherine and James at Fingask Castle

I’ve been quiet! I’ve been busy shooting weddings every weekend of September. The first was Katherine and James’ wedding at Fingask Castle in Perth.

I won’t lie, with them both being photographers (James’ work, Katherine’s work) I was nervous about photographing this wedding. Obviously there is always a sense of pressure, but even more so when they are such talented photographers!

We were up against some harsh light on the day, but we chased the shade around the beautiful gardens of Fingask Castle.

There were a lot of personal touches at this wedding, which is what a celebration of this kind should be about. I came away from it feeling like I knew Katherine and James, and hoping we can keep in touch and I can visit them if I ever find myself in their area of Canada (yes, they organised a wedding in Scotland all the way from Canada!).

 
 

Fresh Air

I’ve been feeling a bit ‘under the weather’. A bit blue. I think it’s a combination of too much work on my plate, and my dad’s 10 year anniversary fast approaching.

It’s not a big deal, as there is one thing always guaranteed to lift my mood. Fresh air. Trees, sea, nature… It works every time, and today was no exception. All of this is on my doorstep. Well, a 20-40 minute drive.

Sometimes it’s worth taking a couple of hours out of a busy day to come up for air, no matter how ‘busy’ we are. This has helped clear my head.

 
 

Cameron House, Loch Lomond

Half an hour from my city flat is Cameron House, a luxury hotel on the quiet banks of Loch Lomond. I’m not so interested in Cameron House as much as I am the banks it sits on. Imagine waking up to that view every morning (granted that the weather isn’t always this good)!

 
 

Isle of Skye

With scenery like this, who needs to hop on a plane? 4 hours of driving North and I was in Isle of Skye, the largest island in the Inner Hebrides. Admittedly, I should have done a bit of research. It’s January and the whole town (Portree) was closed. No shops, restaurants, or seafood (which—second to taking photos—was what I was looking forward to). This didn’t hamper my experience, though, as I still got to see the Quiraing, which took my breath away!

Visiting Skye has left me fascinated with the slow, sleepy pace of island life. It’s easy to see why Danny MacAskill became the talented cyclist he is… because there isn’t much else to do!

P.S. You should watch The Ridge if you haven’t. It was filmed in Skye.

 
 

Friendship

In terms of friendships, I burn a lot of bridges. I find my friendships to be… seasonal, for lack of a better word. People come in and out of my life regularly and I’m okay with that. It suits my personality well.

But then there’s Margaret. I’ve known Margaret for 21+ years. As kids we were inseparable. As adults we’ve managed to preserve our friendship, despite living on different continents (Margaret moved to Brooklyn, New York several years ago). Margaret is humble, down to earth, kind, and genuinely full of good. This is one bridge I never want to burn.

 
 
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