We Can’t All Live in Boats, And That’s Okay

When I was in my late twenties, early thirties, I lived and worked in a small place in the north of Scotland called Thurso.

The most northerly town on the Scottish mainland, it’s a delightful and quaint little place that acts as both an historic part of Scotland itself, as well as a gateway to the Scottish islands beyond its coast.

As such, there were always fishing boats and leisure boats docked along the harbourfront, bobbing gently in the water as the North Sea lapped at their hulls....