Let’s talk money. It’s a taboo subject, right? Salaries, savings, spending habits - a quiet, underlying pressure that each of us carries but don’t dare talk about. There was a comment on one of my Instagram videos recently: “Some of us can’t afford to move to an island.” It stayed with me - not because it was unkind, but because it was true. And it got me thinking about my own relationship with money and how it’s changed since moving to the Isle of Rum.

I don’t come from money - far from it. My school dinner ticket was always stuffed up my sleeve, and “treats” were exactly that: occasional and never taken for granted. And because of that, I’ve always had a fixation with money. Not in a lavish, champagne-and-designer-handbags way, but in a quieter, more persistent form. Earning, saving, making sure I have enough, and hopefully then some.

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