Picture the scene. A tranquil Ibizan beach, sunbeds close to the waters edge, the clear Mediterranean blue sea gently lapping at the shore. It's peaceful now, the temporary excitement caused by my sister claiming to have been bitten by a six inch fish, which she also claimed had been chasing her from the moment she entered the water, has died down. No one else was bitten or pursued by Nemo but she had bite marks, I'll give her that. Two tiny red dots to be precise. A tourni
is not where you may think. Not for me the cashmere laden towers of The House of Bruar or the lure of the M&S food hall at the Perth roundabout. Nope. My favourite stop is always the Ballinluig Motor Grill. Conveniently located about an hour and a half from home, it's always been the perfect stop. It's been a favourite since the kids were small and it warms my heart to see that the Captain Rumbletums kids menu is still on parade. It's welcoming, has a vast menu of good old Br
of finally holding your finished book in your hand, all shiny and new and straight out of the box. Because it basically represents a lot of blood, sweat and tears, well ok, not so much of the blood and sweat but occasionally a few tears. It also represents finishing what you started even when others think it's a waste of time, keeping going when you hit a brick wall and being prepared to unleash your wee baby into a harsh world where not everyone will be kind. It's not easy b
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