MAXWELL’S TEMPLE
ack in the early 1980s, my parents used to take us camping at Kenmore in Perthshire. The village sits at the eastern end of Loch Tay, beside an old bridge that crosses the River Tay as it leaves the loch. We spent our days playing
The Tartan Masters
The rich tapestry of Scottish tartans, with their distinct chequered patterns, have woven their way into Scottish culture to such an extent that the word ‘tartan’ is now a byword for all things Scottish. One company that has seen this firsthand is Lo
