With half of my family being Scottish I’ve spent weeks during the summer holidays up here but this is probably the first time I’ve jumped on a plane to visit for a long weekend, and in the midst of winter. “You’re mad” my colleagues said, ‘it’s cold and snowy up there’ as if Scotland is a distant land far far away from London. To be fair, they weren’t wrong… each day has drawn colder and when the wind hits, it’s bitterly cold. Good job I brought a hat.

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