Edinburgh: Whisky & Folklore

As evidenced by my illustrious undergrad career, I do not need any help with drinking whisk[e]y. My sophistication, on the other hand, is always in dire need of a leg up. Iโ€™m one of those people who can tell you if wine is made from red or white grapes, or whether I like the taste... Continue Reading →

Sheep fight in the Faroes

Somehow, I knew what was going to happen from the moment I laid eyes on the ram, even though it all began innocently enough. He was just standing on a boulder above my head, facing away from me and chomping on some grass. His stringy wool was pitch black and it was falling off in... Continue Reading →

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