So, despite Air France’s best efforts, we made it to Scotland yesterday by train, just in time for the most wonderful meal at our favourite restaurant in the whole world, Martin Wishart. But I’m not one to bear a grudge, especailly not at Christmas – Air France, you’re complete idiots, but I forgive you (although you’ll still obviously be getting a letter of complaint from us in due course).
Here’s Katie opposite her house in her wee village Charlestown, on West Harbour. Things are looking very promising for a white Christmas too! She’s raided her mum’s wardrobe for a sheepskin coat from House of Bruar, a rabbit and cashmere stole from Jane Davidson and some Aigner sunnies.
Christmas tomorrow! Have a brilliant time one and all! xxx