Edinburgh’s rich history of distillation, trade, and pursuit of good times has for centuries provided fertile ground for spirit manufacturers and consumers. Leith’s edgy vibe is an increasing magnetism for modern entrepreneurs, and the area’s food and drink industry is continuing to thrive.
Taking into account my fondness for gin-drinking, good times, and of course Leith, I jumped at a recent invitation to the launch of Gleann Mór Spirits’ Leith Gin at Malmaison. The spirit (both inside my glass and outside of it) did not disappoint – and I decided to meet up with co-founder Karin Mair to find out more about the whats, hows and whys behind her new venture. Continue reading “Just the tonic: Lunch with Leith Gin”
With a CV boasting everything from haute couture to Highland glens, you could describe Glasgow-based photographer Wes Kingston as an artistic chameleon. I meet the man behind the lens to talk icons, passion and what’s next for the happy snapper. Continue reading “Keeping the focus: The rise and rise of Wes Kingston”
With a prime spot on the shore, a (potentially) sun-drenched beer terrace and highly Instagrammable outdoor seating, The Salvation certainly has an aesthetic that commands attention. I’m invited along for a spot of feeding and watering to see if its dishes match up to its design. Continue reading “Review: The Salvation of Leith”
August means only one thing here in Scotland…. insane traffic, fancy dress and overweight Americans in plastic ponchos. The Edinburgh Festival is here!
Keen beans that we are, we descended on Edinburgh from various corners of the country on Friday, just in time for the first night of the festival and this year’s Late’n’Live. Despite part of our contingent falling asleep halfway through the show (no reflection on the comedians, only the amount of booze consumed) and the other half disappearing to the beer tent outside to befriend the unfortunate Barry, our celebrity of the night who was still visibly recovering from his on stage metaphorical crucifixion by one of the comedians, it was one of those heady summer nights, its magic fully saturated by the atmosphere you can only find at the Fringe.
From live music in pubs, dinner in a Chinese restaurant with only enough room for three tables and one large, ominous looking and unexplained trapdoor, beer tents, fairy lights, Sobranies, fake marriages, jagerbombs, Mark Darcy-esque fights and drunken races in the meadows, to bed at 6am on an uninflated air mattress, once again the random nature of the night and hilarious sequence of events was one which can never be replicated, only loosely based upon in Festivals to come. To The Fringe, 2014!
I haven’t been in London in the summer months for a while, and I always forget how strange a sensation it is to feel TOO WARM in the UK. Since these words are barely uttered up in our somewhat bipolar Scottish environs, it is strange to travel only five hours south and hear yourself uttering the phrase several times a day… because it really is FAR. TOO. WARM. Such heat is welcomed when fortunate enough to sport a bikini and lounge by the poolside, but to have to, like, do stuff and walk places and all that it really is a big exhausting sweat bath.
Once you have come to terms with the unavoidable consequences of London heat – potential passing out on the tube, dehydration, flat and/or frizzy hair, mugginess, spots and worst of all the dreaded SULA (that is, ‘sweaty upper lip alert’, for those of you who are unfamiliar with the term), it is actually rather nice. For example, I know that if I tried to attend a festival in Scotland in July, it might be alright during the day but after that cut off point of 6pm when the cardigans come out, you know you won’t last long.
But once the sunshine surrenders itself and gives way to the balmy, comfortably warm evening, there is nothing like a London summer. Especially when you are at Lovebox festival with all the people you love the most, when being dropped from your sister’s shoulders (thanks again, Holly) and running around covered in hotdog condiments (again, thank you Holly) trying to find your lost friend Giulia ‘by the flags…next to the funfair…by the tobacco tent’, does not hinder your experience in the slightest.
London, you are big and dirty and TOO WARM sometimes but after weekends like these, I would just like to say thank you for the way you make me appreciate life and friends and festivals in the sun. One day I shall live among you mad city dwellers but until then, hasta luego big city, I love you long time.