february in scotland

I spent last weekend in a very cold and windy Edinburgh with D. and his family. Mostly we just rested at home, tucked up with red wine, poodles and newspapers, but we blew away the cobwebs with the odd amble around the glorious New Town.

Saturday afternoon was spent at the Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art, where we dropped into the wonderful and highly recommended JD Fergusson exhibition. Outside the gallery this gloomy illuminated work by Nathan Coley always brings a smile to my face. The words are taken from a seventeenth-century royal proclamation made in a French town believed to have been the frequent site of miracles.

After a late night train ride back to London on Sunday, I was up early on Monday in time for a quick but turbulent flight to Inverness. I was visiting the area for a work decoration project; this was the view from my bedroom window on Tuesday morning. Two trips to Scotland in five days: a treat.

Oh, and I couldn't resist posting this picture: beautiful and original William Morris wallpaper in the downstairs bathrooms of the house we're decorating. The real deal, and so, so lovely with the green paint and cream, brown and toffee coloured tiles.