Tag: Scotland
I’ll Take The High Road: 4×4 Adventure in the Scottish Highlands
Of all the experiences I had anticipated in Scotland, bumping and (gear) grinding my way up an unpaved mountain road with a kilt-wearing comedian riding shotgun had honestly never crossed my mind. It’s like an episode of Carpool Karaoke, only with less singing, more squealing, and three ashen-faced New Yorkers in the back. Read more about the highs (and lows) of my off-roading adventure in Wine Dine + Travel Magazine.
Bucket-List Holidays: How to Travel Like a Mega-Millionaire
What do the Loch Ness Monster and the Pope have in common? (Hint: It’s not the long neck). Find out in my latest story for Wine Dine + Travel magazine.
Urquhart Castle on the banks of Loch Ness. © Amy Laughinghouse
Rock It Like a Royal in Edinburgh
The Royal Mile in Edinburgh
GO THE EXTRA MILE
The Royal Mile, which is actually 1.12 miles (based on the old “Scots’ mile”), is about as royal as miles come. The sloping backbone of the Scottish capital is bookended by Edinburgh Castle, crowning the imposing Castle Rock at the top of the road, and the Palace of Holyroodhouse (the Queen’s official residence in Edinburgh) at the bottom.
Golden afternoon sunshine illuminates the Palace of Holyroodhouse in Edinburgh.
The street in between is lined with higgledy piggledy, charming old stone buildings, most with shopfronts displaying cashmere, kilts, whisky, wine, Harris tweed and wee gifts. “Thistle Do Nicely” definitely wins for worst pun / best shop name.
CREATE YOUR OWN BESPOKE TIPPLE
Liz’s late mum, The Queen Mother, was known for knocking back her fair share of gin and tonic. The classic cocktail was actually invented by the British army in India as a tasty way to ward off malaria, thanks to the quinine in tonic water. Given that the Queen Mother lived to 101, there might be at least a little truth in G&T’s reputation as a healthy(ish) elixir.
However, you wouldn’t expect a royal to slip just any old hooch past their stiff upper lip. Surely, one would wish to create one’s own bespoke knee-wobbly, swiggly-giggly happy sauce, would one not? (more…)