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The hills on Rum are said to be home to trolls. I like to imagine them to be small, almost rock-like, covered in moss with beady eyes and long, folded...
There’s a wee burn next to our cottage that I can see from our kitchen window. It almost acts as a border between my house and Rum’s National...
For the last few weeks, there’s been a sense of excitement among a lot of islanders. They told me to keep an ear out for an almost theatrical...
“Sorry about the cat, she’s curious.” I’m sitting on the couch in my living room, a cup of tea in hand, and my health records strewn on the...
There’s something thrilling about hitting your first piece of smooth tarmac roads after months of dirt track roads. It started with the off-ramp;...
They warned me that island time was not something to scoff at. And in the 25 minutes it takes me to put out the bins, I understand it now. It’s...
There are two stags wandering the beach in Kinloch. One is larger, and its antlers stretch back and point to the sky; he walks proudly ahead, checking...
On the dirt track road on the way to Kilmory, it feels as though I’m at the centre of the universe. The darkness is like nothing I have ever seen...
It’s one of the first things that people ask me; is there a pub on the Isle of Rum? And then, the incredulous ‘what do you do without one?’. And...
Many of us dream about giving up the rat race for a new life in the country but Elle Duffy actually did it. She gave up her job as a journalist in...