Stockbridge Market – No More

Stockbridge might now be “Edinburgh’s boho magnet”, but it wasn’t always populated by the middle-class. The availability of council grants for the improvement of property in the mid-seventies of the last century changed the area. These were keenly sought after by those upwardly-mobile who gradually bought up houses in it.

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Historical Tantallon

It was a glorious morning and I rose early, slipped into my sturdy walking boots and hiked the 3 miles to the impressive ruins of Tantallon Castle. I was drawn like a magnet to this huge fortification that towers majestically above the sea and couldn’t help recalling some of the stirring words from Sir Walter Scott’s Marmion.
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Blasts From the Past

The slack dunes crumble under the wheels of the 1927 Galloway car as I head back to the Myreton Motor Museum at Aberlady; away from the incessant calls of the herring gulls, gannets, puffins and fulmars and the long white tails of parnassus grass that wave forlornly in the sea-cool breeze.

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Life and Work at Sancta Maria Abbey

There could scarcely have been a more desolate site to build a monastery; smack bang on East Lothian’s bleak and barren Lammermuir Hills, a short distance above the picturesque village of Garvald.

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