Scotland

We stayed in a lovely big old house with 12 friends. It had an Aga, a rocking horse (called Rosie or Faster, depending who was riding), a secret garden with old bee hives, a faraway tree and horses around the back. There was a peaceful bay window where I stole a few moments to knit.

We also drove a couple of hours further north to visit a childhood friend of mine who's been up here for ten years now. We spent the afternoon on a lovely walk through the forrest near her house.

Can you see the bird's nest in those roots of the fallen tree? There was nobody home but finding a bird's nest is always exciting.

The landscapes here are incredible. The mountains compete with the clouds for size.