Tea With Gunns

There comes a point in every Highland garden when the gardener discovers she has mistaken tenancy for ownership. You may have bought the land, paid the solicitor, moved the stones, planted the trees, carried the compost and spent a perfectly good afternoon deciding whether

I was sitting in the front room on Sunday evening, enjoying the breeze after an unusually warm weekend. I had a book in my hand, one cat settled at my feet and another curled in my lap. The curtains moved gently, the house was