The Monarch of the Glen has made a lot of money for other people in its 165 years. Here’s hoping that it can retire in Edinburgh forever.
It was quite possible that the whole story was a tale told by an unwed mother to assuage her son in an age when bastardy was a real social curse.
Each of us plotted, in our own way, a plan to return to Iona. For me, that means a trip with my painting kit.
I bet my excuse for not painting is better than yours. I was attempting to kill myself driving on the wrong side of the road.