If I thought moving from a remote Highland existence where staring at sparse hills is considered the height of entertainment to Edinburgh for University, the home of the vibrant Fringe, the epic Hogmanay celebrations and most importantly, the capital of this ‘ere land, brought on the small-fish-big-pond syndrome, then I was completely unprepared to graduate.
Business cards, shouted phone-calls, a knowledge of the London tube map and the acquisition of a secretary named Linda, these were all the things I felt were now expected of me. My reaction? To move to a remote Hebridean island and spend a decidedly purist summer working as a horse trekking guide for Rockside Farm stables.
This wee blog will record whether I really do spend two months whispering to horses and staring out to sea.
